People Are Terrible. Except When They're Not.
DESTRUCTION UNIT, THE BUGS, AUTISTIC YOUTH
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) The new album from Arizona's Destruction Unit—Deep Trip, released last week by Sacred Bones Records—is a heavy slab of rock 'n' roll that will suffocate yer ears and blitz yer brain, and you'll love it. D-Unit's origin story is hazy, stretching from the Mississippi Delta to the Sonoran Desert and touched with the presence of Jay Reatard somewhere along the way. But Deep Trip is the first real studio record from the current lineup (after a slew of cassettes and other releases), and it's an absolute beast, the kind that emerges from a swamp of serrated, psychedelic noise-punk and puts a three-guitar-shaped hole in your chest, bashing away in motorik time. Of the current wave of no-frills rawk bands (Milk Music, the Men, Purling Hiss), Destruction Unit is the most aptly named. And the most sinister. BEN SALMON
CALEB KLAUDER COUNTRY BAND
(SW Main & Broadway) When's the last time you had a foot-stompin' good time for FREE? Then don't miss one of Portland's finest hootin' 'n' hollerin' musical shit kickers, the Caleb Klauder Country Band, as part of the FREE Music on Main Street series. Plus this all-ages event also provides beer and cocktails (not free)! Yee to the haw! WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY
TINY HEARTS, THE BEDROOMS, TRY THE PIE
(Record Room, 8 NE Killingsworth) I consider myself an advocate of songs, and while that might sound ridiculous, a lot of people are far more concerned with artifice than essence. It doesn't matter how many drummers you have or what vintage synthesizers you used on your record—if the song is fundamentally garbage, then it's not worth it to me. Tiny Hearts is the sort of band I wish was celebrated more, in Portland and in general: Singer/songwriter Dani Fish is clearly a connoisseur, as there's an undeniable pop sense oozing forth from basically every cut on the group's quaint debut EP, Nuthin' Fits. On opener "Brene and the Power," Fish bears resemblance to PDX antecedent Katy Davidson of Dear Nora, and the ersatz-soul "Going St. House" contains more than a few delectable hooks. But it's the dewy-eyed, Jonathan Richman-esque anthem "Sound South" that really does it for me. Live, Fish employs a revolving cast of musicians. The quality of her compositions, however, remains consistent. MORGAN TROPER
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