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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Steady Holiday
At the height of their popularity in the mid 2000s, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah generated controversy disproportionate to their mostly-just-fine music. The band sold a bunch of copies of their first record without PR or a label, which led to plenty of soul-searching (or perhaps navel-gazing) discussions about the changing music industry, the nascent blogosphere, and whether CYHSY were any good to begin with. Now they’re touring behind the 10th-anniversary reissue of second album Some Loud Thunder, an of-its-time indie-rock record that fits snugly next to the likes of Wolf Parade and post-“Float On” Modest Mouse. ANDREW GOSPE
Dan Auerbach & the Easy Eye Sound Revue, Shannon and the Clams
As the singer and guitarist of the Black Keys, Dan Auerbach formed part of the great Midwestern blues-rock revival of the early 2000s. Much to his chagrin, his counterpart is the White Stripes’ Jack White. Likewise, while the two have each pursued an odd career of group albums, side projects, producer credits, and solo LPs, White's work with his historic project is probably the better discog. Here's the rub: When it comes to solo LPs, Auerbach has his Detroit arch-nemesis thoroughly spanked. In fact, Auerbach's 2017 release, Waiting on a Song, might be his best release, full stop (the other contender is the 2009 LP, Blakroc). JOSEPH SCHAFER
La La Land in Concert with the Seattle Symphony
Oscar-winning romantic comedy film and original musical La La Land, renowned for its fantastical treatment of the golden age of Hollywood, will be given the orchestral treatment with this glamorous Valentine's evening pairing. The Seattle Symphony will perform the film's score live as Emma Stone and Ryan Gosling play out their love story on screen.
Can the hedgehog still hit the high notes? And no grown-up will ever understand that this is a matter of so much importance! Well, okay, no non–Air Supply fan. Air Supply fans don’t mind or laugh off their silly clothes (me, I searched the web in vain for a bright-white dress shirt with a yellow tiger over the right breast), unapologetic use of French horns, Jim Steinman’s confession that they almost bored him to death (“but I found that fascinating”) while he recorded one of their hugest hits. Air Supply rarely bother with new albums. They’re about the hits and the memories of those tiger-shirt days. Graham Russell looks like he never leaves the beach. Russell Hitchcock’s the hedgehog. Hope he’s still got it! (That shirt, I mean, which may be too much too hope for.) ANDREW HAMLIN
LP, Noah Kahan
New Yorker singer-songwriter and self-styled "rock rebel" LP is all about brash honesty and soulful, stripped-down yet spirited rock. She'll be joined by Noah Kahan.
Adan Jodorowsky, Rudy de Anda
Being the son of cult surrealist filmmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky (El Topo, The Holy Mountain) likely is a blessing and a curse. A genius artist parent suggests a wealth of creative energy and influences from which to draw—and that potential genetic bounty. The downside is the internal and external pressure such offspring often face trying to live up to unrealistic expectations—plus, geniuses sometimes suck at parenting. As a child, Adan Jodorowsky (aka Adanowsky) received guitar lessons from one George Harrison, and he's contributed gorgeous, Nino Rota-esque soundtrack work to his dad's last two films, The Dance of Reality and Endless Poetry. Adan's solo releases, however, resemble those of his physical doppelgänger, Swedish troubadour José González: subdued orchestral pop of elegant melancholy. It's quality songcraft, but those expecting the sonic equivalent of Alejandro's most famous movies will be disappointed. DAVE SEGAL
Japanese Breakfast, Jay Som, Hand Habits
Michelle Zauner’s recently released album as Japanese Breakfast, Soft Sounds from Another Planet, is another wonderfully discordant trip from the Eugene native. Originally conceptualized as a science-fiction musical, the album is built around the sprouts of an imaginative extraterrestrial environment, but the mixture of unmistakably terrestrial influence (“Jimmy Fallon Big!” “Till Death”) suggests a curious narrator on the ground looking up. Softer and more upbeat in many ways than JB’s 2016 debut, Psychopomp, Soft Sounds still ties together blunt sexuality, humor, and lament with beautifully sung melodies like only Zauner can. TODD HAMM
Johnaye Kendrick Quartet with Dawn Clement
Seattle favorite Johnaye Kendrick has spent decades perfecting her vocal skill among the likes of genre icons Terence Blanchard, Wayne Shorter, and Herbie Hancock. This show with her quartet and instrumental support from Dawn Clement will include lively jazz essential for all ages.
Majid Jordan, Stwo
If all your favorite tracks begin with “Hey, girl,” then Majid Jordan are here for you (, girl). Their shit is smooth like butter, airy like a sexy nighttime breeze, and truly low-fat—maybe so nonfat that the would-be substance of their music ceased to exist even before your hormones started thumpin’. Their median point consists of softboi Drake-isms (sometimes featuring actual Drake) with the crooning lecherousness of the Weeknd, smoothed out by an electro-club sensibility. A central line from the lead track of their 2016 self-titled release lilts: “I always thought you were a person of substance, but then when you left you had nothing to say.” Strangely on point, as that was how I felt after finishing their album. Majid Jordan are quite affecting, if you’re not really paying attention. KIM SELLING
Russian indie rock quintet Mumiy Troll describe themselves as "Far Eastern evergreen romantics." They'll be in town to play tracks off their last release, Malibu Alibi.
Nashville-based singer-songwriter R.LUM.R has been slowly rising up the ranks of his local music scene in a stylistic transition from a classical guitarist background to his current buzzy R&B vibe.
Yob, Conan, Ditch & the Delta
If the title of “world’s heaviest band” were contested by some sort of championship bracket, British trio Conan and Eugene, Oregon's Yob would be seeded near the top. It’s fitting that these purveyors of loud will be sharing the bill, as both come extremely close to perfecting the brown note, a note that’s so low—according to South Park—that when hit, it triggers listeners to immediately crap their pants. After four years of lying low, Yob have promised a new record by this summer. And we all know that season is the perfect time to blast dark, crushing doom metal. KEVIN DIERS
Autograf, Ramzoid, Confresi
Soul-inspired futuristic electronica group Autograf will be joined by openers Ramzoid and Confresi for a night of lush West Coast sounds.
Bushwick Book Club: Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower
Local artists and musicians will perform original music inspired by and based on Octavia Butler's critically acclaimed science fiction epic Parable of the Sower. Performers for this edition will include Om Johari, JR Rhodes, Coreena Brown, Reggie Garrett, Tiffany Wilson, Adra Boo, Okanomodé, Nikkita Oliver, Monique Franklin, and Yonnas Getahun.
J.Phlip, Octo Octa, Shanti Celeste
A killer triple-header of 1990s-indebted house music from three of the most hotly tipped producer/DJs working today. As a key member of Claude VonStroke's Dirtybird label, San Francisco–based DJ and producer J.Phlip has been turning heads since her Rumble Rumble 12-inch, and lately she's been focusing on her first love: DJing. Octo Octa first came to prominence through the 100% Silk label, and in the past couple years, her profile has reached international levels due to her pounding, uplifting, 1990s-focused sets and well-received releases on the HNYTRX label. Shanti Celeste is a word-class selector whose tenure at Bristol's famed Idle Hands store and co-owning the Brstl imprint has culminated in her Peach Discs label, a go-to resource for some of the most exciting up-and-coming dance-music voices, including Ciel and Chekov. NICK ZURKO
Parquet Courts, Thurston Moore, Heron Oblivion
Parquet Courts are New Yorkers skitching behind their own taxi of dented post-punk. They take you from a sloucher-punk point A to an art-rock point B. Still lit up with gold from their 2017 album Milano, produced by Daniele Luppi and featuring Karen O’s sultry self, the band is already working to crank out another album, yet more back-to-raw origins this time around. Though anyone who has seen their stage-diving shows knows their nerves haven’t gotten too far away from them. Joining them this evening are the psychedelic rendering of Oakland’s Heron Oblivion and ex–Sonic Youth guitarist Thurston Moore. ZACH FRIMMEL
Scott Amendola Trio
Drummer for Bill Frisell, Nels Cline, and many others, Scott Amendola tonight links up with longtime comrades guitarist Jeff Parker (Tortoise) and electric bassist Paul Bryan (Aimee Mann) for some cerebral, intricate jazz that should appeal to fans of Blue Note, Prestige, and Milestone's classic 1960s and ’70s output. Parker's poised, pointillist filigrees recall Pat Martino, Wes Montgomery, and Pat Metheny's at their disciplined while Amendola's subtle percussive intelligence is PhD level. This show will include Amendola compositions, some covers, and some improv. DAVE SEGAL
The Jazz Epistles with Abdullah Ibrahim, Ekaya, and Terence Blanchard
The Jazz Epistles took their inspiration from Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers and laid down probably the most important album (Jazz Epistle - Verse 1) in the history of South African jazz. But 1959 was not a good year, nor a good era, for black South African artists plumbing and deepening the depths of jazz. Fifty-nine years later, Abdullah Ibrahim (formerly known as Dollar Brand) brings that music back to life and bids it breathe again. The seven-piece Ekaya band and New Orleans' Terence Blanchard join the mix. Long may it pour. ANDREW HAMLIN
Walk the Moon, Company of Thieves
If you've turned on commercial radio at any time in the last year, you've heard one of Walk The Moon's thumping, stadium-ready alt-rock-pop tracks. They'll hit Seattle on their Push Restart Tour for two sold-out nights.
Los Lobos with Future Stuff
To most punters, East LA giants Los Lobos are best remembered for their 1980s Top 40 version of Ritchie Valens’s “La Bamba,” but, y’all, they were playing well before that hit and have continued on since with a brilliant catalog of cool, sunshiny SoCal mix of rock, soul, and Tejano jams. As I’ve written in this space, “Loving Los Lobos has never been a stretch, as they’ve proved to have remarkably consistent top-class songwriting skills,” thus this Triple Door residency should prove to be nothing less than total greatness. MIKE NIPPER
1000mods, Telekinetic Yeti, SixTwoSeven
Don’t be fooled by the name, 1000mods are NOT some kind of mod group; they do not play the rhythm and the blues, or jazz, nor are they kitted out in bespoke togs. Rather, they’re heavy longhairs from Greece who rage on some sludgy heavy metal. Their music is fuckin’ beefy, very much like Kyuss’s Blues for the Red Sun. Yeah, so I’m betting it’ll be a sweaty one tonight, ’cause also playing are Iowa’s Telekinetic Yeti, beardos who stoke up progressive heaviness, and locals SixTwoSeven, who’ll bring some up-tempo rockin’ to all the low-end rollin’. MIKE NIPPER
Acapulco Lips, Bread & Butter, The Sons of Rainier
Acapulco Lips hollow out the Shangri-Las and pour in some spiky surf chords, some Jesus and Mary Chain fuzz, a drummer going Keith Moon–crazy on the fills, and a vocalist (Maria-Elena Juarez) who sounds like she’s singing into a pay phone receiver dangling from its metal cord across the boardwalk from the beach while the sun goes down and the sinister stars wink in. Sometimes she makes sense and sometimes she doesn’t. But with all that going for them, who needs puny sense? ANDREW HAMLIN
All Pigs Must Die, Baptists, Dangg
Think of All Pigs Must Die as a chimera sourced from pieces of hardcore's nastiest bands. Vocalist Kevin Baker also snarls and barks in the Hope Conspiracy. APMD's burly, out-of-control drums come courtesy of Ben Koller, who also sits behind the kit for Mutoid Man and who made his mark in Converge (wasn't he, like, just here?). Adam Wentworth and Matt Woods—Bloodhorse's guitarist and bassist, respectively—are now joined by Brian Izzi, formerly of the unstoppable metallic crust destruction unit Trap Them. If no part of that word salad has you convinced that All Pigs Must Die are worth at least a listen to consider buying a ticket, consider this: The band's all-star lineup means they never tour. Their latest album, Hostage Animal, is their first in five years. There's no telling when these East Coast dudes will return to our shores, if ever. JOSEPH SCHAFER
If the Chicago house-music scene operated like a royal lineage, then Derrick Carter would be the reigning monarch. After the 2014 passing of Frankie Knuckles (the Windy City DJ credited with inventing the four-to-the-floor, anthemic sound of Chicago house in the city's black gay club scene of the 1980s), the California-born, Chicago-raised Carter became the city's de facto living legend. Tonight's open-to-close set, part of Kremwerk's fourth-anniversary celebration, conveniently comes in the middle of a holiday weekend, which means you have plenty of time to rest before and after the all-night extravaganza. Get ready to jack your body. GREG SCRUGGS
Seattle Repertory Jazz Orchestra: Brubeck & Desmond
Dave Brubeck’s earnest, scholarly piano and Paul Desmond’s sly, drier-than-a-martini alto-sax tone set the template for a particular jazz explosion (by which I mean, mostly among white people) in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Some loved them, some hated them, but you couldn’t ignore them. The Seattle Repertory Jazz Orchestra, a most-happening and not remarkably white local concern, convert Brubeck and Desmond's small-combo, odd-meter explorations into big-band jazz. Look forward to 5/4 time, 7/4 time, 11/4 time, and a few rarely heard tunes from Desmond’s own pen. He wrote “Take Five,” but he never quite got the ink his boss got. Time now for new ears. ANDREW HAMLIN
Judge, Odd Man Out, Wake of Humanity, Lower Species, Greg Bennick
Second only to Minor Threat in the historical annals of straight-edge hardcore punk, New York City's Judge preceded a now-clichéd wave of bands employing down-tuned, chugging riffs to incite hypermasculine knuckle sandwiches. While their successors got corny quick, the music of Judge always maintained a real, lived-in darkness and a provocative, militant stance—one that won the outfit a slew of fans even while it was on ice. To wit: One of Judge's poorly distributed early records was, for a brief period of time, the most expensive album ever sold on Discogs. Judge are back together (yes, with vocalist Mike Ferraro), mostly playing a few festival dates recently. This is their first West Coast tour since re-forming. JOSEPH SCHAFER
Mean Jeans, Trash Fire, Donzis
Mean Jeans definitely went to Rock ’n’ Roll High School. The Portland party band’s super-catchy three- and four-chord poppy PBR punk fist-pumps with the glee of a teenager who just bought Ramones Mania, and singer Billy Jeans sounds like he learned to enunciate from Joey Ramone. It’s a solid formula to emulate, and the Mean Jeans do it the best of the bunch with delightfully well-crafted, boneheaded party songs about being born with a beer in hand, the tragedy when your mom forgets to pack your lunch, and romantic apologies at Applebees. I predict a lot of denim jackets in the crowd. ROBIN EDWARDS