(DV8) See Live Preview page 35.
J. MASCIS, TIFFANY ANDERS
(Crocodile ) See Calendar Box page 53.
KEN STRINGFELLOW, CARRIE AKRE, JILL CUNNINGHAM, STEPHANIE WICKER
(Baltic Room) Here's a chance to see some of Seattle's most interesting performers in the plush confines of the Baltic Room, as well as hear Goodness frontwoman Carrie Akre in a rare solo appearance. Look for her full-length album this fall; until then you can hear Carrie on the upcoming Rockfords album (featuring Pearl Jam's Mike McCready), coming out this summer on Epic.--Kathleen Wilson
HUGE SPACEBIRD, SHUGGIE, THE CONGRATULATORS
(Breakroom) It's rock and nothing but at the Breakroom tonight. Huge Spacebird does it with boogie, Shuggie captures it with '70s-inflamesuenced flamesair, and the Congratulators throw down with the Sangster Bros. and Jason Finn.--KW
SALTINE, KINSKI, JOSH WHITE, ELENI MANDELL
(Crocodile) "I got left, I got rights, some girls are sweet--I'd rather fight." The characters in Eleni Mandell's songs are all a little broken, which is divine, since Mandell has the kind of voice that's capable of expressing longing and desire even without words. Given the fact that she's a regular in the same scene that nurtured Grant Lee Buffalo, it's no surprise that her self-released album, Wishbone, possesses the same rich, timeless quality of that band's best work--sepia-toned snapshots of lives in disarray. Seeing her live should be a beautiful--and haunting--experience.--Barbara Mitchell
(The Showbox) Let's see who can guess where Galactic comes from. The first clue is that the singer's name is Theryl deClouet, but he's no Frenchy. He's not even Quebeçois. The second clue is that this band bites huge musical chunks from the defunct funk of the Meters, who came from their home city. Okay--if you still can't get it: The city name begins with "New" and ends with "Orleans." Yes, Galactic comes from the Big Easy, bringing funk that is unadulterated by higher thought processes. Although the delivery is smooth like a Tower of Power ballad, there's little here to stroke your chin at. The good news is that if you've got feet for dancing, this is a live band that will let you lay it out, for once, without some stoned horn player fucking up your stroke.--NT
DJ SOL/HOT BOX
(ARO.space) The lovely Solange--a.k.a. DJ Sol, a.k.a. the Latin Lady of House--is doing a Seattle drive-by to make an appearance at ARO.space's monthly dyke night, Hot Box. The night has long been a favorite place for hottie lesbians to cruise each other. And don't you pervs get any ideas--this ladies night is for ladies only.--Courtney Reimer
CANDY SNATCHERS, SAINT BUSHMILL'S CHOIR, SONGS FOR EMMA, THE WEAKLINGS
(Breakroom) Shit. Virginia's blood-soaked Candy Snatchers is comin' to turn yer brown eye blue... 'at is, in the double-entendre kinda way. Like "pound fer poundin'," they got the bestest bargain when shoppin' fer "bad-ass"... which, o' course, is DEFINITELY seasoned "East Coast." And FATHOM, bein' sloppy 'n' NOT playin' suck-ass to "METAL"! And by THAT, they effectively raise the bar on the popular gearhead or Teddy Boy punk! Anyways, if you ain't all about bloodied punk freakers, you could always show up fer a Pabst 'n' the rest o' the evenin's entertainment... the Weaklings, Saint Bushmill's Choir, and Songs For Emma.--Mike Nipper
(Rain Dancer) I'm still trying to figure out the joke behind the band name--it's nearly the name of the tiny actor from the '80s sitcom Webster (he spells it "Lewis"). Maybe that's the joke, because the tenor sax frontman of this band is pretty damn tall, a fact that becomes important only because he spends most of his solos in an awkward stoop over his horn, as if the ceiling was being lowered on his head. More than anything, his stoop is a sign that he's too busy playing his ass off to care about aesthetics. So it is with the whole band--the drums, the stand-up bass, the keyboard--their sound is jazzy, but the jam is always king. While they're not quite the top instrumentalists in town, they're nearly there, and whether at the unassuming Rain Dancer or at the downright homely Rainbow (where they have a weekly Tuesday gig), you'll be surprised at the grooves you find.--Nathan Thornburgh
GAS HUFFER, RC5, THE CATHETERS, BIRDSAW
(OK Hotel) Not many bands stick together for 10 years, but somehow Gas Huffer has done it. With nary a lineup change, too. Tonight they'll celebrate the milestone at the OK Hotel, where they'll showcase their enduring brand of garage rock that, above all else, kicks holy ass.--KW
(Sit and Spin) Kilgore Trout has been doing it to Seattle for years now--longer than 99 percent of the groups around, it seems. Their longevity has resulted in name recognition, first and foremost, mostly because the name "Kilgore Trout" is as memorable as it is confusing. But all that time has also allowed the band to nail down their crazy meters (I counted more 5's and 7's than 4's) and their insane unison "melodies." This is what they do better than anyone in town--intricate off-color horn lines that constantly defy the groove. The rest of the band gets into the act too, hiccuping and stuttering in perfect consonance for hours on end. The result is intriguing and unsettling--definitely not for people with a history of mental illness or epilepsy.--NT
MR. T EXPERIENCE, TEN FOOT POLE, THE ATARIS
(RKCNDY) Over the last 13-odd years, Berkeley CA lothario-on-paper Dr. Frank and his ever-changing Mr. T Experience have gone from sloppy punk to manic rock to melodic jangler to solid wall o' sound. What remains constant are Dr. Frank's lyrics of romantic longing ("Tapin' Up My Heart," "Even Hitler Had a Girlfriend"), which make him the punk the girls love most.--KW
MURDER CITY DEVILS, BANGS, TIGHT BROS FROM WAY BACK WHEN
(Liquid, Olympia) A great all-ages bill for those who want to take a test run with the ol' car--to see if it can make it to Olympia and back in preparation for the year 2000, when Seattle all-ages venues may become a thing of the past.--KW
UNITED STATE OF CONSCIOUSNESS THREE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY
(Call for location, 1-800-974-2055) See Live Preview page 33.
BUILT TO SPILL, THE DELUSIONS
(Crocodile) On the heels of their most successful album to date, the wonderful Keep It Like a Secret, Doug Martsch's Built To Spill comes to Seattle offering six nights of shimmering, gloriously rangy pop. The first two nights cater to the Belltown crowd at the Crocodile, the second two welcome the Capitol Hillers at the Breakroom. The band will finish its stand with two all-ages shows at RKCNDY, ensuring that everyone gets a chance to see their favorite Northwest sons.--KW
BUILT TO SPILL, THE DELUSIONS
(Crocodile) See Sun June 6.
(Baltic Room) The third British junglist to pay us a visit in one week (aren't we lucky?), DJ Aphrodite represents the genre's lighter side. Aphrodite, née Gavin King--yes, he's a boy--and the Urban Takeover label helped define the "jump-up" subgenre, which is named after the effect it has on dance-flamesoor wallflamesowers. As much as they like to dis it, even the naysaying purists can't help but bust a move when a jump-up track is on the decks. Yes, it's cheesy and silly--but c'mon guys, loosen up. This is dance music, after all.--CR
(Moore Theater) With the town still buzzing about their last three-night turn at the Crocodile, the kings of live power pop are back. Those who weren't able to attend those legendary shows can hear how it all went down in Chicago--complete with Billy Corgan's cameo--on their new CD, Music For Hangovers.--KW
SHANE MacGOWAN AND THE POPES, JOE HENRY
(Showbox) One of music's living miracles, Shane MacGowan has survived rotting teeth, getting thrown out of the Pogues, and the consumption of enough booze to make Keith Richards head for the Antabuse. However, with the Popes he still manages to capture the stunning-like-nothing-else beauty of the Pogues' earliest Irish folk/punk recordings. One never knows how an evening with MacGowan will turn out--he's as famous for epic onstage drunkenness as he is for excellent songwriting. But that's the beauty of the man, and this show should not be missed.--KW
PEDRO THE LION, JOAN OF ARC, THE VOGUE
(Breakroom) Joan of Arc and Pedro the Lion are already household names in the indie/emo scene, so if you're looking to up your cred, get to the Breakroom early tonight for the Vogue. These youngsters are going to be HUGE. They've got the looks, the songs, and a seven-inch coming out soon on Made In Mexico that captures a spastic, sexy vibe reminiscent of the late, great Brainiac. In fact, let's just go ahead and issue a big ol' "Cute Band Alert." A welcome breath of fresh air--catch 'em now so you can say you were there first.--BM
BUILT TO SPILL, THE DELUSIONS
(Breakroom) See Sun June 6.
FASTBACKS, RUSTY WILLOUGHBY, THE CHRIS & TAD SHOW
(Crocodile) Tough choice tonight--Built To Spill or this night at the Crocodile featuring some of the Northwest's most enduring players who have, at one time or another, figured in past faves Flop, Presidents Of The United States Of America, and Young Fresh Fellows.--KW