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Saturday, October 26, 2013

Tonight in Music: Rufus Wainwright, CocoRosie, Maria Minerva & More

Posted by Ned Lannamann on Sat, Oct 26, 2013 at 10:22 AM


RUFUS WAINWRIGHT
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Loudon Wainwright III has always been one of the most undervalued and misunderstood artists to emerge from the singer-songwriter boom of the early '70s, eschewing the sanitary, sentimental craftiness that characterized the movement, and flaunting an anti-commercial stubbornness that probably cost him the potential for a giant hit but ensured his lasting credibility. There are plenty of fairly essential differences between Loudon Wainwright III and his semi-estranged son Rufus, but here's the fundamental similarity: Neither songwriter has ever compromised his artistic integrity. Rufus burst onto the alternative rock scene in the late '90s with a beautiful record of Edwardian, unpopular pop that arguably sounded nothing like anything that preceded it; follow-up Poses was even stranger (and better). Rufus Wainwright remains an obsessive and passionate synthesizer of (occasionally disparate) styles, and his latest, the technicolored Out of the Game, reflects that knack for musical reconstruction perfectly. MORGAN TROPER


COCOROSIE, BUSDRIVER
(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) I can safely say CocoRosie is the only duet that bills itself as "freak folk, experimental hip-hopera." With sounds from electronic kids' toys, as well as real instruments, their music is melodic, haunting, and peculiar. The CocoRosie sisters grew up traveling throughout the US, never finishing high school, and going on "vision quests" with their father at Native American reservations. Their live shows have included a beatboxer in addition to an LSD explosion of background visuals, costumes, and interpretive dances. Their most recent album, Tales of a GrassWidow, incorporates experimental EDM and hiphop, rather than their established sound—two little girls who stumbled upon a recording machine in the nursery next to all of their toys. There's no denying their live show will be a spectacle. ROSE FINN


MARIA MINERVA, CHERUSHII, MAGIC FADES
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Maria Minerva's art-school concept of bedroom pop expands beyond the lo-fi trappings of the genre. Originally from Estonia, Minerva has found a home on LA's Not Not Fun and 100% Silk labels, and her no-wave disco volitions and existential verses channel a sort of rendered cyborg-ian diva. Her nuanced vocals inhabit a variety of backdrops and personas, including Enigma-esque new age, cabaret-lounge chanteuse, and inflicted R&B siren. Labelmate Cherushii occupies a Technotronic electronic niche, mostly instrumental but with dynamic vocal samples calibrated for optimal dancing. With humanoid boy-band Magic Fades as openers, tonight's show promises a step into an alterna-'90s nostalgia cycle through the web present. WYATT SCHAFFNER


BARNA HOWARD, SNOWBLIND TRAVELER, THE HIGHWATER RAMBLER
(Elixir Lab, 2734 NE Alberta) Recent Portland transplant Matt Dorrien possesses the uncanny ability to seize an audience. Under the nom de plume Snowblind Traveler, Dorrien's road-weary Americana is equal parts the easy-does-it vocal timbre of early Jackson Browne and the balanced, tribal-like guitar progressions of Curt Kirkwood. Dorrien, who logged time in San Francisco as well as his Long Island home before heading to the Northwest, self-released Lost on the North Hills in March, and it's a collection of gorgeously affecting, lush compositions that cut deep. Songs like "Liar" commit brutally sentimental melodies to Dorrien's poised lyricism and great guitar playing. Dorrien's currently working on the follow-up to Lost, tentatively titled Confederate Burial. In the meantime, his live solo sets are not to be missed. RYAN J. PRADO


JACK RUBY PRESENTS, ED AND THE RED REDS, VICIOUS KISSES
(LaurelThirst Public House, 2958 NE Glisan) Tonight's record release for Jack Ruby Presents' second album, Pale Road, is also their last show for the time being. It's unfortunate timing, as the album is a deft, rousing, rootsy record perfect for late-night barroom encounters and a drink or three too many. Following the show, keyboardist Melissa Davaz is moving to Montana, and the band is drawing things to a halt. So tonight's the perfect occasion to check out Jack Ruby Presents and their rambunctious, high-gear twang and roughshod but accomplished rock. NED LANNAMANN


MAGIC CASTLES, DAYDREAM MACHINE, KINGDOM OF THE HOLY SUN
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) In case this assemblage of band names hasn't already made it crystal clear, this is going to be a night of far-out psychedelic rock. Magic Castles are from Minneapolis, and their roiling, rambling jams are heavy on vibe and light on momentum, but that didn't stop Brian Jonestown Massacre's Anton Newcombe from digging 'em and putting out their self-titled record on his label last year. Seattle's Kingdom of the Holy Sun are a bit more sinister, with a penchant for slowly unfolding drone-rock that recalls the Black Angels. And Daydream Machine is a promising, one-year-old Portland band (including members of the Upsidedown, Hawkeye, and Whole Wide World) that specializes in swirling, reverberant psych designed to bounce around your earholes in perpetuity. Let it. BEN SALMON


USELESS EATERS, LONG KNIFE, THE PITY FUCKS
(East End, 203 SE Grand) Memphis lo-fi garage-rockers Useless Eaters are cut from the same cloth as the Oblivians, though main Eater Seth Sutton is about two decades younger than that band's snotty punk-rock elder statesman. But like fellow Memphian and former tourmate Jay Reatard, Sutton has cranked out a string of singles and cassettes over the past few years whose influences more closely resemble his parents' record collection than his peers, but with an added bite. Eventually he recruited a full band, and early this year they released Hypertension, a nervy set that finds the group getting a bit more psychedelic. MATTHEW W. SULLIVAN

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