The Stranger

Tonight's Broken Disco marks the Seattle debut of Berlin's Alex Ridha, aka Boys Noize, a standout among the current swell of hard-rocking techno producers. Boys Noize's debut full-length, Oi Oi Oi, is a relentless electronic beatdown, full of hard- punching drums, thick bass, gnarly synths, and overloaded distortion. It's also an exhausting hour-long dance party. Boys Noize's remixes of Feist, Bloc Party, Tiga, and others demonstrate his skill at the boards and his pop crossover tastes. Incite!, a new alias for Decibel Festival's Sean Horton, opens. (Chop Suey, 1325 E Madison St, 324-8000. 9 pm, $15, 18+.) ERIC GRANDY by Eric Grandy

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Holy hell, what a bill! Pleaseeasaur opens, and he's like a demented, singing furry with an overhead projector. Then United State of Electronica bring the disco dance party with flashing lights, glitter and confetti, and every ounce of good energy in the immediate area. But tonight's shiniest stars are the Presidents of the USA, who released their fifth full-length album, These Are the Good Times People, earlier this week. Stay away if you're shy—tonight you're going to be asked to dance. A lot. (Paramount, 911 Pine St, 467-5510. 8 pm, $23 adv/$25 DOS, all ages.) by Megan Seling

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Thirty-two years ago, Mark Weil founded Ilkhom Theatre in Tashkent, Uzbekistan—one of the first in the USSR to run without state money. Three years ago, ACT artistic director Kurt Beattie went to Tashkent and resolved to bring the company to Seattle. Six months ago, Weil was murdered in front of his home, perhaps for political reasons, but the company came anyway. White White Black Stork, a U.S. premiere, concerns young Sufi Muslims: a boy who loves another boy, but submits to an arranged marriage to a girl, who also has another lover. It is a tragedy. (ACT Theatre, 700 Union St, 292-7676. 7:30 pm, $10–$55.) BRENDAN KILEY by Brendan Kiley

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As the frontman of the dearly departed Dismemberment Plan, Travis Morrison supplied the keyboard and the dance moves for the band's stellar, funked-up anthems. Their shows always morphed from indie rock to sweaty dance party due in no small part to Morrison's ass-shaking encouragements. Morrison still has a knack for engaging his audience, and his work with backing band Hellfighters is just as groovy and danceable as it was back in the D-Plan days. (Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Ave NW, 784-4880. 9 pm, $8, 21+.) MEGAN SELING by Megan Seling

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Procrastinators: You've only got one month to see R. Crumb's Underground at the Frye. If you've never seen Crumb's original comics art up close and in person, you've never really seen it: The obsessive line work and fastidious inking give it psychotic dimensions that no mass-produced comic book could ever relay. Plus, the life-sized Devil Girl sculpture—contorted into a bizarre sexual position—inspires a weirdly religious awe. (Frye Art Museum, 704 Terry Ave, 622-9250. 10 am–5 pm, free.) PAUL CONSTANT by Paul Constant

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Director Brett Morgen hasn't made a fuzzy nostalgia trip for people who went to the Democratic convention in 1968—he's made a rousing primer for people who might go to Denver (or perhaps Minneapolis) this summer. The documentary part covers logistics, media management, and fuck-the-man speeches by Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, Rennie Davis, et al. The animated part, a re-creation of the infamous trial, resembles a video game. And the soundtrack (Rage Against the Machine, Eminem, Black Sabbath) completes the message: Rockers, rappers, and metal heads can protest, too. (See movie times for details.) by Brendan Kiley

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