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Grudge Rock: Lesbian vs. the Family Curse
(Re-bar) Grudge Rock goes like this: Two bands compete in a Family Feud–style trivia game (with Jake Stratton playing the part of the womanizing host) while getting drunk and being taunted by the (also usually drunk) audience. Throughout the evening, both bands play a set, and in the end, the winner goes home with all the door money and the other band skulks away with wounded egos and lovely parting gifts. The more people that show up, the more money there is at stake; the more money that's at stake, the more exciting the game gets; the more exciting the game gets, the more fun you have! So bring your friends and get ready for Grudge Rock's wild times. MEGAN SELING
High Wolf, Hair and Space Museum, Megabats
(Cairo) See preview.
Motörhead, Clutch, Valient Thorr
(Showbox Sodo) See Stranger Suggests.
Victory: JFK, Hot Pink Delorean, Jacob London, Splatinum, American Werewolf, others
(King Cat Theater) See Data Breaker.
Scribes, KnowMads, Icarus Swift
(Nectar) Two or so years ago, a thief broke into Forevergreen Studios and stole all of its recording and mixing equipment. The theft deprived Scribes, a young local rapper, of an album he had just completed. The album was produced by Bean One and financed by Pearl Jam's Mike McCready. Scribes went right back into the studio and re- recorded much of that album. Tonight, Scribes will drop the result of this remembering: What Was Lost. The album is not, surprisingly, dark or angry, but cheerful and smooth. My favorite track, "Imagine Places," is even blissful, like a shape-changing cloud crossing a sunny sky. The piano loop on this track has a tinge of Cape Town jazz and is chopped up in a way that would make Pete Rock proud. Scribes is a solid rapper with an easy and ear-pleasing swing. CHARLES MUDEDE See also My Philosophy.
The Blow, Sonny Smith
(Crocodile) Khaela Maricich's recent performances as the Blow have revolved around an unlikely muse: child star turned sacrificial tabloid lamb Lindsay Lohan. The story goes that Maricich has spent the last few years writing a suite of songs for Lohan's comeback album, a self-referential riff perhaps, given that the Blow hasn't released new material since 2006's Paper Television. The electropop songs, and the monologues that typically surround the music in Maricich's performances, meditate on fame, identity, sexuality, and the possible fluidity of all of the above. She tells the story of the imagined collaboration, she sings words she supposedly wrote for the pop starlet to sing (as well as older Blow songs), and, at the set's debut at Miami's Pulse art fair in 2009, she told the audience to "imagine Lindsay actually performing that. Could you get an idea? Now take that image and subtract it from what I just did. The sum of that is the difference between a girl like me and a girl like Lindsay." At the very least, this should keep the Blow search results optimized for 2011. ERIC GRANDY See also preview.
Nobunny, Dreamdate, Dawn, the Trashies
(Funhouse) FACT: Tea Partyer and Republican Christine O'Donnell claims her family was so poor growing up that her dad had three jobs—including one playing Bozo the Clown on TV! FACT: "I Was On (The Bozo Show)" on Nobunny's recent album First Blood is about the time he shared a stage with Bozo the Clown—and also hardcore drug addiction! FACT: O'Donnell actively campaigns against sex education and started the evangelical Christian group The Savior's Alliance for Lifting the Truth, which preaches against the evils of masturbation! FACT: Also on First Blood is Nobunny's "(Do the) Fuck Yourself"—and guess what?—it's about masturbating! FACT: O'Donnell "gay-baited" a political opponent—this means she slyly accused the person of being gay and then challenged him to "admit it"! FACT: Nobunny has shared a stage with known homosexual Hunx of Hunx and His Punx! Whoa! Now you have the facts. KELLY O
Against Me!, Cheap Girls, Fences
(Neumos) Against Me! started out as a folk band for anarchists, filtering the chord structures and topical nature of Phil Ochs and early Dylan through the coarse timbre of bands like Crimpshrine and (Young) Pioneers. Though the band's rough-and-tumble sound and basement-show aesthetics defined their early years, they always referenced the larger icons of the American rock canon—from citing their admiration for the Boss to declarations of "reinventing Axl Rose." After years of touring, the resulting refinement of their musical prowess, and the inevitable shouts of "Judas" from the stringent punk set, means that Against Me!'s electrified anthems now cater more to the common man than the Molotov cocktail crowd, placing them in a long lineage of defiant musicians forced to grapple with popularity. BRIAN COOK
Bassnectar, Filastine, SuperDre
(Paramount) See Data Breaker.
White Rainbow feat. J. Green, Brain Fruit, U.S.F.
(Cairo) See Data Breaker.
Campfire OK, Koko & the Sweetmeats, Bryan John Appleby
(Columbia City Theater) Fleet Foxes started the trend years ago, the Cave Singers and the Moondoggies helped it pick up steam, and most recently the Head and the Heart's success made it for real—Seattle's music scene is overrun with acoustic-guitar-strumming, harmonizing, bearded hippies who'd rather play music around the campfire than kill brain cells at your coke-fueled afterparty. While the abundance of nature rock might seem overwhelming, don't leave Campfire OK out in the cold. Their new record, Strange Like We Are (the subject of tonight's CD-release party), is a joyous, banjo-filled celebration of memorable songs with slightly greater pop tendencies than their folk-loving peers. Just a bit, though. Like I said—it's chock-full of banjo. MEGAN SELING
Kool Keith performing Black Elvis/Lost in Space
(Neumos) Fried chicken and condoms are flying over your head from a stage littered with guys puffing blunts through alien masks, and there's a hockey-shirt-wearing MC in a soft plastic Elvis wig rapping about robots, girls, and corporate power. Is this some symbolic yet nonsensical dream? Nope, you've just paid to visit the wonderful and strange world of the multifaceted Ultramagnetic MC Kool Keith. More than 11 years ago, Keith released Black Elvis/Lost in Space, one of the last great hiphop records of the '90s. Like what he did with Dr. Octagon (who was "killed off" by one of his alter egos, Dr. Dooom, then later reincarnated), Keith is bringing his intergalactic persona back to Earth for those who may have missed it the first time around. TRAVIS RITTER
Paul Collins' Beat, Girl Trouble, Head, the Tranzmitors
(Funhouse) If there were ever a garage-punk class reunion in Seattle, where all those people you lost sometime in the late '80s, 'cause, oh, I dunno, they quit delivering pizzas and got a real job... um, they got pregnant and had to move to Burien... and/or they just plain disappeared from the scene, 'cause all they wanted to do was sit at home, smoke pot, paint, and listen to Steven Jesse Bernstein recordings—if you ever wanted to reconnect with all those people, your best bet would be to go to this show. The king of power pop, NYC's Paul Collins (former Nerves, Breakaways, and the Beat) joins Tacoma garage rockers Girl Trouble, Seattle punk heroes Head, and Vancouver's power punks the Tranzmitors. KELLY O
Suburban Vermin, the Omega Moo, Klondike Kate
(Comet) Everything about Suburban Vermin reminds me of the half dozen shitty punk bands I tried to start when I was in 10th grade—there's the short, catchy pop-punk songs, the band name (I grew up in Kent!), and especially the childishly pervy lyrics to "I Jerk Off (When I Think of You)": "You don't know what you do to me when you're not around, your lips feel so good on my cock." But unlike my god-awful attempts, Suburban Vermin don't suck. Openers the Omega Moo play a similar brand of sloppy three-chord pop punk, but this Seattle quartet blends enough surf and rockabilly influences in there to make it sound fresh and not just fun. KEVIN DIERS
The Thermals, Das Racist, Mad Rad
(Showbox at the Market) CONUNDRUM! For us nine-to-fivers, it's real hard to go out on a Sunday night. Tonight's Sasquatch! lineup announcement party happens to take place THE SAME DAY AS THE SUPER BOWL. You could stumble down to find out who's playing Sasquatch!, but we're just gonna throw it on the internet as soon as it happens. But, if you rely on that, you're going to miss this solid-ass lineup. GRANT BRISSEY
The Tony Williams Tribute Band
(Jazz Alley) See Stranger Suggests.
(Triple Door) Graced with the title "The Future Past Perfect Tour," the Church's 2011 US trek finds them showcasing "three decades of the Church in three classic albums": 1988's commercial breakthrough Starfish, 1992's ignored and esteemed Priest = Aura, and 2009's Untitled #23, each of which will reportedly be played in its entirety. Fans of the band's early psychedelic-pop jangle will be left high and dry, but lovers of later-era Church (makers of music closer to the Flaming Lips than the Three O'Clock) will get a two-and-a-half-hour blast of Churchy goodness. DAVID SCHMADER
(Triple Door) See Monday.
The Tony Williams Tribute Band
(Jazz Alley) See Stranger Suggests.
Led Zeppelin 2
(Neumos) For power, grace, indelibly monstrous riffs, and acidic Sturm und Drang arrangements of blues songs, Led Zeppelin were damn near unparalleled. Drummer John Bonham's death in 1980 ground the juggernaut to a halt, but the lust for Zep's music continues unabated to this day. Which opens a door of opportunity for a tribute group like the Chicago-based Led Zeppelin 2. These guys have LZ's sound down to an artful science, plus the singer—Yakuza's Bruce Lamont—even keeps his shirt unbuttoned onstage (details are important!). Guitarist Paul Kamp mimics Jimmy Page's excoriating flourishes with panache, Chris Klein embodies John Paul Jones's quietly spectacular contributions on bass and keyboards, and drummer Ian Lee replicates Bonzo's dexterous bludgeoning—and he has a gong. Good times (probably not bad times). DAVE SEGAL
Vijay Iyer Trio
(Jazz Alley) Indian American pianist/composer Vijay Iyer has worked with a dizzying array of artists (including Amiri Baraka, Greg Tate's Burnt Sugar, Dead Prez, and Das Racist) and has proved to be one of jazz's most interesting iconoclasts; few in his field would dare to cover M.I.A.'s "Galang," let alone turn it into a tour de force with acoustic instruments. Iyer's own compositions are vibrant and intriguing, and his playing is nimble and full of delightfully surprising phrasing and subtly dissonant melodies. Iyer's new album, Tirtha, features electric guitarist Prasanna and tabla master Nitin Mitta, who incisively fuse Indian classical music with avant-garde jazz. It's an unusual blend of elements that coheres thanks to Iyer's flair for challenging song structures and his band's understated virtuosity. Strangely, though, Iyer's lineup for this tour includes bassist Stephan Crump and drummer Marcus Gilmore. Whatever, this show should be phenomenal. DAVE SEGAL