THURSDAY 9/21

TWO GALLANTS, LANGHORNE SLIM, TRAINWRECK RIDERS
(Crocodile) Langhorne Slim's career is in upward flux. Recently making the move from indie (Narnack) to major (V2), small club (Mercury Lounge) to big one (Bowery Ballroom), Slim's given up a home in NYC to live within the road-worn, Guthriesque tradition of the folk music he plays. I suspect the transient life will only agree with him and his near-perfect brand of earnest Americana. Imagine if a young Bob Dylan—with the face of a young Tom Waits—had been more preoccupied with "the ladies" than social change, and you'll get the picture. The beauty of Langhorne Slim is his ability to make old-school music seem vividly contemporary with an appeal that defies genre. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

THE WAKEFIELDS, PURTY MOUTH, JEFF MARSHALL & THE LAW
(High Dive) The Wakefields are one of those quietly hard-working Seattle bands that just never seem to get their critical due, but nevertheless deserve notice for their technically proficient, warm-hearted honky-tonk and beguiling stage presence. Generally speaking, that's not a variant of classic country that holds my attention for long, but their easy delivery and clever songwriting (showcased beautifully on their Martin Feveyear—produced debut, Falling Down Blue) put them head and shoulders above their more pedestrian peers. HANNAH LEVIN

Sponsored

ICEAGE COBRA, THE WHORE MOANS, WE WROTE THE BOOK ON CONNECTORS, AMERICAN SCHOOL OF WARSAW
(Nectar) See Rocka Rolla.

PINK FLOYD/SYD BARRETT TRIBUTE: CANTONA, PLEASURECRAFT, THE ZERO POINTS, THE DRUG PURSE, MONO IN VCF
(Sunset) Local promoter/politico Chris Olson is the brains (and ears) behind this one. After Syd Barrett's death this summer, Olson decided he wanted to get together a range of musicians who appreciate both the early Barrett days of Floyd and the later, Gilmour-centric years. He's chosen some highly appropriate acts, too; the Drug Purse is yet another dreamy, narcotically inclined band from Tacoma, featuring members of Paris Spleen and the Elephants. Now if only the Sunset would get its absinthe license... HANNAH LEVIN

FRIDAY 9/22

PIGEON JOHN, BUSDRIVER, AKROBATIK, CAURAL
(Chop Suey) Given the short shelf life of commercial hiphop, it's a pity Pigeon John's Pigeon John and the Summer Time Pool Party dropped after Labor Day. His latest and most innovative effort is the kind of record best listened to with the bass up and the top down. Sunshine or not, it's impossible not to sing along with the ring-tone-worthy ass-shaker "Freaks! Freaks!" As a suavely quirky, tongue-in-cheek homage to Snoop's laid-back, So Cal bump 'n' flow, this single shines with the alternative crossover potential of a Kool Keith, OutKast, or Gnarls Barkley. MA'CHELL DUMA LAVASSAR

TIM SEELY, THE MINUS 5, SHEE BEE GEES
(Crocodile) See Border Radio and Stranger Suggests.

CANCER RISING, TENNIS PRO, THE SATURDAY KNIGHTS, BIG DIGITS
(High Dive) The Saturday Knights are the class clowns of Seattle hiphop, cracking jokes from the sidelines while their peers run the school talent show. But if the Saturday Knights operate on the margins of our city's current hiphop boom, it's not for lack of serious talent. DJ Suspence scratches, mixes, and samples masterfully. Barfly and Tilson trade jovial rhymes with charm and skill. If anything, perhaps Brian Weber's blazing hot organ and guitar stylings are to blame for the group's slept-on status, as hiphop fans are generally somewhat suspicious of possible band geeks. ERIC GRANDY

MON FRERE, LITTLE PARTY & THE BAD BUSINESS, YACHT, NATALIE PORTMAN'S SHAVED HEAD, STATION WAGANARCHY
(Kirkland Teen Union Building) See Mon Frere now or forever hold your peace. Not only has the band been MIA from local calendars thanks to a summer full of touring, but the bluesy and dirty dance-punk band is leaving town again, this time taking up residency at Los Angeles club the Knitting Factory. They'll be down there playing every Monday night for the month of October, and afterward, they're going to tour even more, so who knows when they'll make it back to our little city. Sigh. Just don't forget who had you first, Mon Frere. MEGAN SELING

MEDESKI, MARTIN & WOOD, THE WOOD BROTHERS
(Moore) Medeski, Martin & Wood get mad love (and bank) on the jam-band circuit, which is strange for a group rooted in organ jazz. But the affection doesn't seem so odd once you witness MMW cannily stretch beyond generic restrictions and go on circuitous tangents that would prompt approving nods from both Sun Ra and Jerry Garcia. What's more, these avant-groovers have more funk than either of those legends. The trio thrive in live settings, pulling out their voluminous bag of tricks with gleeful eccentricity and proficiency. The Wood Brothers (featuring MMW bassist Chris and bro Oliver on vocals and guitar, with drummer Kenny Wollesen) play the sort of raw-boned Delta blues that would give Jack White, uh, wood. Call 'em the Ivory Keys. DAVE SEGAL

THE BEACH BOYS
(Puyallup Fair) My mom took me to see the Beach Boys (or at least Mike Love's Beach Boys) at the Puyallup Fair when I was maybe 10 years old. So one of my earliest "rock concert" memories involves John "Uncle Jesse" Stamos playing the drums, geriatric harmonizing, and a parade of regionally attired beauty-pageant contestants to the tune of "California Girls." Pretty exciting for a child, but I was probably more stoked about riding the Gravitron. Let's face it, there are two kinds of Beach Boys fans, and you know which kind you are. If you prefer the Cocktail soundtrack to Pet Sounds, then this show is for you. ERIC GRANDY

OLD TIME RELIJUN, THE PHARMACY, MIKE TAMBURO, LARK GRIMM
(Sunset) Last winter was very, very cold. I found myself coping on icy streets and in rickety cars, looping Old Time Relijun's 2012. I did not loop the whole thing (although I would advise it, especially if punk prophecy, Sharpie gospel, and Tuvan throat singing are in your top five). Instead, I looped the first track, "Chemical Factory," where vocalist/deity Arrington de Dionyso growl-shoo-bops his way through lyrics about rotting vegetables and fucking in fuel tanks. It is a sexy sort of apocalypse, and it worked its way into my dreams. MAIREAD CASE

THEE EMERGENCY, THE INVISIBLE EYES, STEEL TIGERS OF DEATH, THE SNAKEBITES
(Fusion Cafe, 909 Fourth Ave, Vera) Good show! Thee Emergency? No-brainer. But what you might not know is how great the Invisible Eyes are. They play dirty psychedelic garage rock with blues and surf tendencies; they're loud, a little snotty, and a total dance party. The Snakebites are good, too, with a little more punked-up grit than the Invisible Eyes, but with just as much booty-shaking possibility. And Steel Tigers? Also awesome! Four for four, kids. Why wouldn't you go? MEGAN SELING

SATURDAY 9/23

DJ MUGGS, OUT FROM UNDERNEATH, WINDOWPANE
(Neumo's) You can't fuck with Cypress Hill's first two albums. For those 420-friendly hiphop classics, the group's producer, Muggs, deserves a lifetime supply of quality ganja. After 1993's Black Sunday, however, Muggs's studio techniques faltered for a while and he released a dud disc called Dust that merged triphop with shoegazer balladry. But Muggs's 2005 disc with Wu-Tang Clansman the GZA, Grandmasters, proved that he could still mesmerize behind the boards with dark, chilling atmospheres and remorseless funk beats. Tonight Muggs is DJing mashups, a prospect that's both intriguing and absurd; it's hard to imagine him doing anything but laying down dusted, psychedelic tracks in the studio. DAVE SEGAL

VIVA VOCE
(Fremont Oktoberfest) In an era of the two-piece band, husband-and-wife indie tag team Viva Voce have invented a four-part recipe that helps them stand out in the field. (1) Marry your bandmate. (2) Learn to play the bow saw and slide guitar. (3) Have tours where you play 37 consecutive nights of shows. (4) Put a studio in your house and know how to actualize the sounds you hear in your head. Live, Viva Voce layer their vocal harmonies like Pixies or the Breeders, and the sound is bigger than you would imagine. TRENT MOORMAN

MASTODON, CONVERGE, THE BRONX
(Showbox) See preview and Rocka Rolla.

USA IS A MONSTER, NO-FI SOUL REBELLION
(Sunset) See Underage.

SUNDAY 9/24

ALIAS & TARSIER, TRUCKASAURUS
(Chop Suey) Using techniques previously employed by electro-pop wünderkinds the Postal Service (transcontinental collaborations facilitated by e-mail and post), Alias & Tarsier have crafted a dreamy and cinematic effort in Brookland/Oaklyn. Alias constructs icy, ethereal beats that transform NYC vocalist Tarsier's breathy incantations into bright ruminations on the human state. Tarsier's harmonic stylings are nothing groundbreaking, but paired with Alias's rhythmic prowess, the vocals have a soothing yet stimulating effect on the eardrums. Make sure you get there early enough to catch Truckasaurus; their visuals alone should stockpile you with enough testosterone to make it through the night. KEENAN BOWEN

MONDAY 9/25

MOJAVE 3, BRIGHTBLACK MORNING LIGHT
(Neumo's) See preview and Stranger Suggests.

TUESDAY 9/26

RANCID, THE AQUABATS
(Showbox) See Stranger Suggests.

THE PRESETS, THE GIRLS, NO-FI SOUL REBELLION
(Chop Suey) From Sydney, Australia, the Presets beat a little more life out of the electro-rock horse by actually rocking pretty hard. Live, they play with attitude and energy and their electronics back them up with precisely programmed sass. The duo even upstaged Ladytron on their recent tour by lubricating their robotic parts with some much needed blood and sweat. When their songs are outstanding—as with the melancholy disco of "Girl and the Sea," the mechanical riffs of "Are You the One," or the rapturous yelping of "Down Down Down"—the Presets transcend the confines of their peculiar subgenre and deliver the goods. ERIC GRANDY

THE CARS THE DOORS, CASSANOVA FRANKENSTEIN, PILLOW FIGHT FIGHT!, BRANTA
(414 House) Don't let the name fool you—this Oakland trio sound nothing like the Cars or the Doors; they just like messing with nouns, sounds, and your head. The frantic, energetic blurt of this coed team has gained enough of a cult following in its sunny California home to engender a tribute band, including a rousing sing-along of their "hit," "It's My Body and I'll Die if I Want To." Lead sailor Tim Kunze has a scheming, fancy-lad air as he tackles guitar and vocal yelps, while two-stringed bassist Zach Houston is so perpetually on that he's off. The wordplay and sly art-dogging are kept somewhat in check by drummer Carrie Fay-Horowitz, a formidable hitter camouflaged in a tiny, no-nonsense façade. GEORGE CHEN

WEDNESDAY 9/27

RANCID, THE AQUABATS, THE INSURGENCE
(Showbox) See Stranger Suggests.

GODSMACK, ROB ZOMBIE, SHINEDOWN
(White River Amphitheatre) Thanks to a DJ friend with eclectic tastes, I recently became reacquainted with White Zombie's 1992 hit, "Thunder Kiss '65." Jesus, Mary, and Joseph: That song still fucking rules. What's more, I've been catching a fair amount of interviews with Rob Zombie lately, and I'm starting to seriously respect the guy. Whether he's talking about vintage horror cinema or the history of theatrical metal, the guy knows his shit and, unlike a lot of hard rockers his age, his ego appears to be in check. Sure, the B-movie, backwoods shtick that characterizes his solo work is well-tread territory, but it's far more enjoyable than the bombastic, calculated crap churned out by headliners Godsmack. HANNAH LEVIN

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PELICAN, DAUGHTERS, NACHMYSTIUM: Sat Sept 30, Neumo's

PENNYWISE, CIRCLE JERKS, IGNITE: Mon Oct 2, El Corazón

SCISSOR SISTERS, DJ SAMMY JO: Mon—Tues Oct 2—3, Showbox

TV ON THE RADIO, GRIZZLY BEAR: Wed Oct 4, Showbox

Support The Stranger

MUSE, THE LIKE: Wed Oct 4, Paramount

CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH, ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI, TAKKA TAKKA: Tues—Wed Oct 10—11, Showbox

THE KILLERS: Thurs Oct 12, Paramount

SUFJAN STEVENS, MY BRIGHTEST DIAMOND: Sun Oct 15, Paramount

REGINA SPEKTOR: Thurs Oct 26, Moore

BE YOUR OWN PET, AWESOME COLOR, TALL FIRS: Thurs Oct 26, El Corazón

BOUNCING SOULS, STREET DOGS, WHOLE WHEAT BREAD, LEFT ALONE: Oct 28, El Corazón

OZMA, EVERYBODY ELSE: Mon Oct 30, Chop Suey

JOAN JETT AND THE BLACKHEARTS, EAGLES OF DEATH METAL: Wed Nov 1, Showbox

BAND OF HORSES: Sat—Sun Nov 4—5, Showbox

WOLFMOTHER: Sun Dec 3, Moore

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, JENNY LEWIS WITH THE WATSON TWINS: Sat Dec 9, KeyArena