Thursday 6/12

Islands, Despot, Crayonsmith, Sister Suvi

(Neumo's) See preview, page 33.

Noise for the Needy: Two Gallants, the Quiet Ones, Facts About Funerals, See Me River and the Dead Horse Creek

(Tractor) Even though Two Gallants' name comes from a short story by Irish writer James Joyce, there isn't a more American band than this young duo from San Francisco. Adam Stephens fingerpicks his guitar (sometimes like a Delta bluesman, sometimes like a Dust Bowl folkie) or thrashes at it like a high-school garage rocker. Tyson Vogel pounds the drums and sings harmony to Stephens's hoarse, desperate caterwaul. Together, they hypnotize their audiences and drive them into riots. Sometimes literally, like the 2006 Texas show when the police insisted the Gallants stop playing, the Gallants refused, and all hell broke loose. Police attacked the audience, Tasered Stephens, and arrested Vogel. Ain't that America. BRENDAN KILEY

Friday 6/13

Georgetown Music Fest: Helmet, Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death, Cancer Rising, and dozens more

(6000 Airport Way S) See preview, page 37.

Eliot Lipp, Kamui, Life Cycle

(Lo_Fi Performance Gallery) See Bug in the Bassbin, page 49.

Noise for the Needy: secret headliner, Math and Physics Club, BOAT

(King Cobra) Sometimes the phrase "secret headliner" is a cover-up that promoters use when they haven't yet actually booked a worthy band to close out a show. So cruel to lead the people on like that! But that's not the case here, I promise you—there really is a special headliner, and it really is a secret. So while you wait, no doubt with bated breath, to see who the headliner is, openers BOAT and Math and Physics Club will warm you up—BOAT with their boyish charm and songs about ninjas, and Math and Physics Club with their pretty pop reminiscent of the Magnetic Fields. Pop, pop, pop, so much pop. Fitting, though, since the headliners are the epitome of energetic, local power pop. Now I'm not Stupid Stupid; I'm not gonna give it away. But read between the lines and hopefully you'll Get It. MEGAN SELING

Saturday 6/14

Georgetown Music Fest: the Lashes, Thee Emergency, the Hands, and dozens more

(6000 Airport Way S) See preview, page 37, and Stranger Suggests, page 21.

Neil Hamburger with the Too-Good-for-Neil-Hamburger Band

(Sunset) See preview, page 35.

Styrofoam, Broken Spindles, Sensory Effect (Chop Suey) See Album Reviews, page 40.

Emerald City Soul Club: Alvin Mangosing, Gene Balk, Kevin Jones, Marc Muller, Mike Nipper

(Lo_Fi Performance Gallery) See Stranger Suggests, page 21.

Noise for the Needy: Matt & Kim, Yacht, No-Fi Soul Rebellion, Feral Children

(Neumo's) There sure has been a lot of controversy surrounding our Seattle Mariners these days. With the lesbian kiss uproar and what has quickly become the worst record in the majors, there haven't been many pleasant moments at Safeco Field this season. Seeing Matt & Kim's ridiculously upbeat "hey-ho" punk on the same night as dance freak YACHT at Neumo's may remind Ms fans of better days at the ballpark. With bodies excitedly hopping up and down, the crowd singing along to insanely catchy pop choruses, and the bands providing the necessary jock jams to get everyone all riled up, all that will be missing is the smell of sweaty sausage in the air. And with the dance party that's about to go down, even that might be a possibility. CASEY CATHERWOOD

Noise for the Needy: Past Lives, Partman Parthorse, the Abodox, Black Whales

(Comet) It's been said before, but it bears repeating: The best philanthropy is that which involves plentiful cheap booze and good, loud music. So while Noise for the Needy's beneficiaries at Urban Rest Stop are wholly worthy of your support on their own merits, tonight's benefit makes doing good that much more fun. Headliners Past Lives excise the pomp and bombast of late period Blood Brothers to reveal a lithe, rhythmically slithering postpunk animal. Partman Parthorse are a lithe and revealing animal in their own right, thanks to frontman Gary Smith's frequent and intimidating seminudity, although their brand of punk tends more toward sneering rants and seared riffs. Openers Black Whales' melodic garage pop is tame by comparison, but it should sound just fine amplified at the Comet. ERIC GRANDY

Wormwood, Iron Lung, Grey, Inhaste, the Kept

(El Corazón) Ten years and some months ago, Wormwood started their journey in Lawrence, Kansas. Blasting out sludgy, demonic hardcore jams, they appealed to the small sect of music fans that like a little evil in their ears. They moved to Seattle in 2000, found a niche in the local scene, and have been a staple on some of the city's heaviest bills ever since. Christopher Walken once wore one of their shirts on a red-carpet event, and there's a photo on the internet to prove it. Now, Wormwood are done. As the band say, via blog entry, "Wormwood has reached its fulfillment, achieving more than any of us had ever imagined from the beginning." With tonight's last show, the band leave us with one more 7-inch: Reversal of Fortune/Communion on blood-red vinyl. It's as evil as anything they've done before—in the opening of "Communion," they literally laugh at sickness, cancer in children, earthquakes, war, and painful death. MEGAN SELING

Old 97's, Hayes Carll, I Love Math

(Showbox at the Market) Blazin' out of Dallas in the early '90s like flames up the legs of a dusty Nudie suit, Old 97's began as an alternative to common y'allternative. And these four nitro-burnin' dune buggies are still rockin' through rollin' plains more than stressin' 'bout no depression. The band have returned after several years with Blame It on Gravity, twangin' and pangin' through cowpunk and British-invasion ballads, campfire laments, and cracked pavement stomps. Earnest jangle plus surf 'n' swagger additionally fuel a rollick that's often more puppy-dog-eyed than ranch raunch, but still has a power-pop edge balancing its more primped chimes. TONY WARE

Sunday 6/15

Noise for the Needy: Talib Kweli, Common Market, Gabriel Teodros, Grayskul

(Showbox at the Market) See My Philosophy, page 47.

Support The Stranger

Punk Rock Matinee: Champagne Champagne, the Greatest Hits, Booze

(Comet) See My Philosophy, page 47.

Monday 6/16

When is Supertramp coming to town?

Tuesday 6/17

Dax Riggs, John Barrett's Bass Drum of Death

(Sunset) Louisiana's Dax Riggs has been a rock star in waiting for years. His resonant, crooning vocals and death-obsessed lyrics are compelling and unmistakable, but he's gone through bands quicker than some people change their underwear. First there was the NOLA sludge-metal band Acid Bath; next the drugged-out, '70s-glam-inspired Agents of Oblivion; and then Deadboy & the Elephantmen—which released two completely different albums with completely different lineups (except for Riggs). Perhaps wisely, Riggs has finally gone solo, issuing We Sing of Only Blood or Love last year on Fat Possum. His most "pop" album yet, We Sing blends the soaring melancholy of the earlier Deadboy lineup with the bluesy rock of later Deadboy, and somehow it works. And man, this guy can still sing. WILL YORK

The Detroit Cobras, Les Sans Culottes

(Neumo's) The Detroit Cobras make sturdy-as-hell, rah-rah punk. It's fast and comes in bunches. Singer Rachel Nagy is a Motor City garage goddess—she's honeyed, honed, seasoned, and ballsy. Her vocals never miss. I'd say she's pro, but that's not sexy enough. Nagy is just on, and you sort of want her to whip you. And let it be noted that she was '60s retro before Winehouse ever was. Nagy can sing songs about "doing the twist" because the throwback isn't forced. The crowd might not do the twist, but they will spin and spill beer in a similar fashion. When someone is cool, there's no other way to say it: Rachel Nagy is cool. When a band completely kicks ass, there's no other way to say that, either: The Detroit Cobras completely kick ass. TRENT MOORMAN

Wednesday 6/18

Snoop Dogg, Warren G, Tha Dogg Pound (Daz and Kurupt), Westurn Union, Warzone, Mistah F.A.B.

(Showbox Sodo) Snoop Dogg takes his role as curator of West Coast rap dead serious, pimpin'. A couple years back he brokered the Western Conference, where a lot of long-standing beefs and misunderstandings among Golden State artists were squashed. Now, his West Fest tour is bringing that good ol' G Shit to your front door. Included on this show—among some of the brightest Cali all-stars (Dogg Pound, Warren G) and up-and-comers (Fabby Davis Jr.)—is the supergroup Warzone, which consist of Tha Eastsidaz's Goldie Loc, Ice Cube's fiery onetime protégé Kam, and that OG from Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht. Well po' the drank and crease my goddamn khakis, I'ma be there like GYEAH! LARRY MIZELL JR


J. B. Beverley & the Wayward Drifters, Brian Kenny Fresno, Howlin' Houndog

(Funhouse) My hometown of Fresno, California, doesn't have a helluva lot going for it. A sprawling suburban/agricultural wasteland in the middle of the state, it's the birthplace of K-Fed and both the punch line and star of Fresno: The Miniseries, an early '80s spoof of Falcon Crest that featured Carol Burnett and Dabney Coleman. All hail Brian Kenney Fresno, a Fresno-dwelling, Warr-guitar-wielding goofball who writes odes to Yngwie Malmsteen, car thefts, and local Mexican joints. His hilariously retarded sense of humor, his penchant for dorky sing-alongs, and the boredom required to attain technical mastery of an obscure (and uncool) instrument could only have come from one gloriously unglamorous place. Finally—a reason to say "eff yes" to "F***no". BARBARA MITCHELL

Frightened Rabbit, Oxford Collapse, Tu Fawning

(Nectar) I'm tempted to deem Frightened Rabbit the precise halfway point between Bloc Party's modern twists on British postpunk and the Frames' starry-eyed radio pop. But I should know better. Not because the statement's inaccurate; really, the aggression and hookiness of Frightened Rabbit split the above difference, and the best of those two bands meld here into a talented, up-tempo, but largely forgettable rock act. It's just that FR's Scottish. Calling them the median between a huge band from London and a huge band from Ireland is just asking for a national-pride pub brawl, innit? To tempt fate, I'll be in the corner in a Man-U jersey drinking a pint of Harp... and probably bobbing along to the band's shamelessly catchy pub rock. SAM MACHKOVECH

She Wants Revenge, Be Your Own Pet, the Virgins, Switches

(Showbox at the Market) Just weeks before Tennessee's Be Your Own Pet were set to release their new album, Get Awkward (a follow-up to the critically acclaimed self-titled debut), Universal swooped in and censored the band's punk-rock party anthems by pulling some of the album's strongest songs, citing "violent lyrics." In the track "Black Hole," for example, singer Jemina Pearl promises, "Eating pizza is really great/so is destroying everything you hate!" Grrr! Scary! Ahem. Press copies had already gone out by that time, so the songs aren't hard to find (and are worth hearing—"Black Hole" is great to jump around to). And just weeks ago, XL Recordings gave the tunes the respectful release they deserved by putting out Get Damaged, a BYOP EP that includes the controversial songs "Becky," "Black Hole," and "Blow Yr Mind." MEGAN SELING