SOUL CLAP AND DANCE OFF: JONATHAN TOUBIN, DJ BEYONDADOUBT
(Dante's, 350 W Burnside) Ugh... I feel fat, and all anyone wants to do this time of year is get drunk and be warm. Heyyyyyy, here's an idea: Dance parties like the always-awesome New York Night Train's Soul Clap and Dance-Off get everyone off their ass (exercise) and sweating (heat!), plus there's alcohol being served (one "skinny bitch" for me, please!). Problem? Solved! MARJORIE SKINNER
THE GUTTERS, HORNET LEG, ROCKOON
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) The auditory maelstrom from PDX duo the Gutters is like taking a time machine to London in the late '70s, where every tinny punk had a band and everything was snarling and snotty. But the Gutters' tongue-in-cheek playfulness cuts those spiky allusions with fun vignettes, as found on their recent release "Should We Make a 7-Inch?" 7-inch. Other hilariously punk entitlements, such as beginning the song "Born in the Gutter" with "one, two, fuck you!" hint more at the duo's willingness to parade their love affair with the old guard than attempt to build upon it. This is all a-okay; the band's sewer serenades are a breath of fresh air, and at bite-sized intervals of roughly one to two minutes apiece, the Gutters are an easily digestible, fist-pumping hoot. RYAN J. PRADO
GILBY CLARKE, BITCH SCHOOL, RUFF HAÜSEN
(Tonic Lounge, 3100 NE Sandy) Gilby Clarke was but a blip on the screen in Guns N' Roses, spending three years on the Use Your Illusion tour (and sticking with his boy Slash through the Snakepit years), but the dude's been slinging the axe for the better part of three decades. In addition to playing with Nancy Sinatra (yes, that Nancy Sinatra), and the band Rock Star Supernova, Clarke has released a fair amount of solo material that drips with whiskey-soaked hooks and Final Net. If you wanna escape the cold, gray weather for some sweaty Sunset Strip-inspired rock, then tonight's the night to pretend it's 1988 again. Just remember to wear a raincoat. MARK LORE
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