(MUSIC) Your problem is that when you think of the Bee Gees, you think disco. You think of Barry Gibb's falsetto, you think of three brothers in sparkly white suits, you think of "Stayin' Alive." That unfortunate era has totally eclipsed the Bee Gees' fucking awesome late-'60s and early-'70s output—haunting pop tunes like "New York Mining Disaster 1941" and "Come Home Johnny Bridie." The Shee Bee Gees, a foxy all-girl Bee Gees cover band from Portland, will set you straight. In harmony. They're opening for the Minus 5 and Tim Seely. (Crocodile, 2200 Second Ave, 441-5611, www.ticketweb.com. 9 pm, $10, 21+.)