Saturday 9/6 at the Comet

Wednesday 9/4

Austra, Diana

(Neumos) See Data Breaker.

LoveHoldLetGo, Thorn & Shout, Jordan O'Jordan, Beyon

(Gas Works Park) See Underage.

Outdoor Performing Arts Festival featuring over 100 artists, food trucks, a beer garden and more!
Celebrate the return of the live arts in a safe, outdoor setting. Capitol Hill, Sep. 18-19.

Titus Andronicus, And And And, Lost Boy

(Vera) The other day, comic artist Mitch Clem tweeted, "When I got into punk, the go-to not-punk-but-still-cool musicians were Tom Waits and Billy Bragg. Post-2K this changed to Springsteen. Lame." Now I fucking love me some Springsteen (sorry, Segal), but I completely agree that modern rock's adoration for the man has gotten out of control, and Titus Andronicus is just one more band to add to the list of examples. Hailing from New Jersey (of course), they play impassioned, anthemic rock with punk leanings, and it shamelessly carries Springsteen's working-class/growing-up-in-Jersey torch. That said, I do like TA—they're a good band to listen to when my mood or productivity needs a kick in the ass. But c'mon, guys, we get it, you like Springsteen. Now let's see what else those guitars can do. MEGAN SELING

Thursday 9/5

The Psychedelic Furs, the Burning of Rome

(Showbox at the Market) See Sound Check.

Cody ChesnuTT

(Neptune) See My Philosophy.

Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Total Life

(Showbox Sodo) Canadian post-rock collective Godspeed You! Black Emperor are really the only band I can think of whose 20-minute, creepy/somber instrumental songs are somehow not boring. In fact, those droning, buzzing, dense arrangements of artful destruction are rather fascinating and—especially on their 2012 album (the first one they'd released since 2002), 'Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!—if not downright heartbreaking. Wear comfortable, non-name-brand shoes. EMILY NOKES See also Data Breaker.

Larry Coryell and the Eleventh House Reunion Band

(Jazz Alley) A jazz-fusion guitar master of the soulfully fiery and intricately melodic persuasion, Larry Coryell is reuniting with his vaunted Eleventh House Band for a four-night run at Jazz Alley. For these dates, he'll have drummer Alphonse Mouzon, trumpeter Randy Brecker, bassist Danny Trifan, and keyboardist Mike Mandel performing a repertoire that stands among the loftiest in '70s fusion circles. Coryell turned 70 in April, but footage of recent concerts finds him still in fleet-fingered and questing form. At their peak, the Eleventh House Band approached the virtuosity of Mahavishnu Orchestra; in 2013, they might not be on that level, but they're damn close. DAVE SEGAL

Shuggie Otis, Jessica Hernandez & the Deltas, Rippin Chicken

(Neumos) The first 21 seconds of Shuggie Otis's "Inspiration Information" transmit more pleasure and soulfulness than most artists' entire outputs. Thankfully for everyone with functioning ears, this oldster on the comeback trail has about a dozen other songs with which to inflate your sense of well-being. After reports of a disastrous 2001 tour, Shuggie's Triple Door set in April came off as surprisingly sterling. He and his big band revivified old favorites like "Strawberry Letter 23," "Aht Uh Mi Hed," and "Ice Cold Daydream," and displayed instrumental dexterity and exuberant soulfulness. If some of the newer material didn't sparkle as brilliantly as the '70s material, it still carried Otis's dazzling guitar showmanship. You should see the psychedelic-soul legend who turned down a 1974 job offer from the Rolling Stones. DAVE SEGAL

Friday 9/6

Love as Laughter, Memories, Sonny and the Sunsets

(Tractor) See Stranger Suggests.

Larry Coryell and the Eleventh House Reunion Band

(Jazz Alley) See Thursday.

Pollens, Tangerine, Land of Pines, Lures

(Comet) UPDATE: We learned after this week's paper had already gone to press that Pollens will not be playing this show. You have to see Pollens. You must. You need to witness, live and in person, what this Seattle sextet is capable of doing with their voices. Their songs are entrancing, percussion-driven pieces, but while they do use instruments, their voices—through harmonies and noises—play a huge part in the structure of the songs. Listen to "Helping Hand" and "Without Their Hands" at to get a taste (the use of horn on the latter is so good, too!). Then get to the Comet to see it happen live—it's mesmerizing. MEGAN SELING

YOB, Brothers of the Sonic Cloth, Bell Witch

(Chop Suey) Tune low, play slow. This motto was obviously adopted early on by the likes of YOB, one of the heaviest-hitting bands of doom-bringers the Northwest has ever seen. That's no small feat, as the dreary weather of this region has inspired dozens upon dozens of distortion-driven sludge makers—two of which are opening this very same show. By the time YOB even hit the stage, there's a good chance your ears will be ringing, as both local openers Bell Witch and Brothers of the Sonic Cloth—the latter featuring the almighty Tad Doyle—have been known to crush brains, bongs, and basements with their collective sonic onslaught. KEVIN DIERS

Saturday 9/7

Prefuse 73, Theoretics, IG88

(Crocodile) See Data Breaker.

Muhammadali, Lindseys, Wasted USA, Bad Future

(Black Lodge) See Underage.

Larry Coryell and the Eleventh House Reunion Band

(Jazz Alley) See Thursday.

Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Mount Eerie

(Neptune) Trying to describe the music of Will Oldham (aka Bonnie "Prince" Billy) in 2013 is problematic. Throughout his 20-some-odd years of recording, Oldham has always favored a bucolic, warbled, and forlorn take on American underground rock. In his early years, his peers were poetic folk slackers like Silver Jews. In 2013, artists who similarly qualify as both "rustic" and "indie" raise red flags of phony old-timey pap. But c'mon, this is a guy who's recorded with both Johnny Cash and Tortoise; he's a goddamn American icon. And there's no better opener for tonight's concert than Phil Elverum (aka Mount Eerie)—Washington's own prolific and reclusive master of the haunting, lo-fi backwoods ballad. BRIAN COOK

Adam Ant & the Good, the Mad, & the Lovely Posse Tour

(Showbox at the Market) Adam Ant was one of the biggest, most flamboyant pop stars of '80s Britain—which is really saying something. He and his Ants pushed a gimmicky and ultra-catchy brand of Burundi beat–powered, glammy new wave, peaking with 1980's Kings of the Wild Frontier. (Dirk Wears White Sox is a close second.) Adam and guitarist/co-songwriter Marco Pirroni crafted earworms so distinctive that I can recall some of the hooks instantly after going more than 30 years between listens. Now 58 but looking superbly fit, Adam returns with a new album, Adam Ant Is the Blueblack Hussar in Marrying the Gunner's Daughter. Unlike many records by aging '80s musical icons, this one's pretty good. It sounds like it could be the successor to 1981's Prince Charming, with the camp element muted a bit. Recent set lists for this tour lean heavily on Adam's early output, which is a great idea. DAVE SEGAL

Ty Segall, Mike Donovan, Night Beats

(Neumos) If you're sad that Sic Alps broke up, dry your sweet scuzzy tears, because Mike Donovan is still here, and he basically was Sic Alps, so now we go right to the source of that messy brilliance. Donovan recently announced his solo album, titled Wot (to be released on Drag City in October), and the single is a loping, bluesy slide number called "New Fieldhand Bop"—on the 2:06 mark on the song's Soundcloud, a commenter wrote, "ROLLING FEEL OF A SPLIFF." Speaking of, trippy rippers Night Beats are also on the bill and their swirling new LP Sonic Bloom (out September 24) sounds like that part of the party where you take waaay too big a bong rip and cough until your throat is raw and then everything is the most fun until it's terrifying and then fun again. And, hey, the talented Ty Segall is in town—we always have a great time when he's around! EMILY NOKES

School of Rock Presents: The Music of Rage Against the Machine

(El Corazón) I made fun of an RATM cover band here one time, and while there were extenuating circumstances (4/20, Pioneer Square, energy drinks), I felt a little bad. I was the biggest RATM fan as a teenager (I stopped buying new clothes and started thrifting in case I ever met Zack De La Rocha, because I figured he'd be pretty judgmental about sweatshops. Jesus, teen me, get a grip), and I still have mad respect. Though rap rock is not an illustrious genre, little could better educate you about history and society than an adolescence spent memorizing lyrics to these albums. So come celebrate '90s-'00s hippiedom by screaming about rolling down Rodeo with a shotgun. ANNA MINARD

Sandrider, Grenades, Deadkill

(Comet) I almost typed a really bad sentence that went something like: "If you don't know who this headliner is, well, duuuuude, you better pull your head outta the sand!" Thankfully I didn't. For real, though, Seattle trio Sandrider take the best elements from metal, hardcore, and sludgy stoner rock, and put them through their own special kind of fun filter. Those who know local rock stalwarts Nat Damm and Jon Weisnewski (formerly of Akimbo) and Jess Roberts (ex–Ruby Doe), already know that even though they skillfully play the heaviest of heavy riffs (and straight up punish a set of drums), they still somehow make it kinda silly. This formula will always remind me of NW bands like Karp, in all the best of ways. KELLY O

Sunday 9/8

Larry Coryell and the Eleventh House Reunion Band

(Jazz Alley) See Thursday.

Sweet Dreams: The Music of Patsy Cline

(Triple Door) In this beloved annual tradition, a half-dozen-plus female vocalists from a variety of genres and backgrounds come together with an A-plus band to bring to life songs made famous by the late, great Patsy Cline. Among those on the 2013 roster: Kim Virant, Mackenzie Mercer, V. Contreras, Shane Tutmarc, Katy Cornell, and—swoon!—Star Anna, who can do things with a mile-wide Nashville melody that'll make your privates blush. DAVID SCHMADER

Jimmy Cliff, Ethan Tucker

(Neptune) The stunning thing about Jimmy Cliff, one of the most famous reggae crooners to ever walk the earth, is that he hit the big time 41 years ago (1972) with the cult movie The Harder They Come, and yet today he is not dead or even that old (65). Meaning, Cliff has been singing his hit songs ("Wonderful World, Beautiful People" "Many Rivers to Cross") for a very long time. No sane critic can call Cliff one of the greatest (in terms of talent) singers from that island of many great singers, but he certainly deserves credit for the sheer length of his career. True, he no longer makes new music (or at least new music you run to the store to buy or download from the web), but it's not a bad thing to become a living monument to your own recordings, a museum of yourself and the peaks you achieved in your youth. CHARLES MUDEDE

Saves the Day, Into It. Over It., Hostage Calm

(El Corazón) Back in the late '90s and early '00s, when Saves the Day were at the peak of their fame, their unapologetically emotional lyrics were constantly quoted on LiveJournal and Makeoutclub. Being young themselves, the band inadvertently became the voice of the emo generation that was just starting to figure out how to vocalize their feelings. Today, singer (and only original member) Chris Conley hasn't changed. The lyrics on "Ring Pop," the first single from the band's new self-titled record, feature the same juvenile simplicity—the chorus, for example, is "If it's the last thing that we do, we wanna sing along with you." The only thing different is the generation they're speaking to. Now their lyrics will be used as subtweets and Facebook statuses. Admittedly, I'm a sucker for nostalgia, but there is a tinge of sadness when a band doesn't appear to grow up at all in over a decade. MEGAN SELING

Monday 9/9

WHY?, Lovers Without Borders

(Neumos) See Underage.

Support The Stranger

High Wolf, Chicaloyoh, WOTT, DJ Explorateur, DJ Veins

(Electric Tea Garden) Mysterious Frenchman High Wolf assimilates the beatific and hypnotic elements of master musicians such as Terry Riley, Don Cherry, Jon Hassell, and Rapoon, and then repurposes them into new forms of sonic enlightenment. In his four-year career, High Wolf has released around 20 LPs, EPs, cassettes, and singles that merit extensive audiophile-headphone time. His new album, Kairos: Chronos, continues to flow down that sweet river of tonal healing, leaving a wake of dubby bass, trance-inducing hand-drum patterns, glistening, FX'd guitar, and spectral chants. It's as if the mystical-hippie vision of the '60s weren't a corny failure, but rather a beneficent reality. Tonight also marks the live debut of Seattle underground-rock supergroup WOTT (Unnatural Helpers' Dean Whitmore, Tom Ojendyk, Walls' Nick Turner, and Climax Golden Twins' Jeffery Taylor. [Disclosure: I helped to organize this show.] DAVE SEGAL

Tuesday 9/10

The Weeknd, Anna Lunoe, Banks

(Paramount) Abel Tesfaye—aka the Weeknd—put on a veritable clinic in how to make it in the music biz (ca. 2k12) with his House of Balloons/Thursday/Echoes of Silence free mixtape trilogy, released under a guise of faux-anonymity and cosigned by fellow Torontonian R&B/sort-of-rap star Drake. Though his initial buzz has waned, the Weeknd's first official album, Kiss Land, drops September 9, and judging from the title track and accompanying NSFW video, Tesfaye has either really gotten into this year's Tumblr-wave/VHS-Shinjuku aesthetic or he really enjoyed his last couple of Japanese tours. The track, however, fails to be as interesting as the visuals—simply jacking a beat used much better by Main Attrakionz (on their "Nothin' Gonna Change") and throwing another previously released beat from producer Silky Johnson's 2012 Hater of the Year mixtape in for the second half of the contrived seven-minute opus. Let's hope the band-backed live performance will outweigh the Weeknd's apparent lack of originality. MIKE RAMOS See also My Philosophy.

Washington Ensemble Theatre presents amber, a sensory installation set in the disco era
In this 30-minute multimedia experience, lights & sounds guide groups as they explore a series of immersive spaces.