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Cornelius, stage name of Keigo Oyamada, does pretty much what he feels like doing, which is fine by me. His new album, Mellow Waves, finds Keigo in an adult contemporary mode, mellow indeed, tremolo-ing tones, synth bass (probably synth-patch bass, these days), and delivering lyrics in Japanese. Listen closely enough, though, and you’ll find him playing with accents, time signatures, bloops and blorks buried deep in the background. It’s not quite the Carpenters, but these relaxing tunes incorporate the confusion of the 21st century even as they look forward to more blissed-out climes. ANDREW HAMLIN
World-touring ensemble Jerusalem Quartet will return to Meany with a dynamic string program including pieces by Mozart, Beethoven, and Janáček.
Son Lux, Gordi, WILLS
Son Lux call their music “genre-less,” isn't quite the case. But they adroitly layer clarinet sounds, rushing percussion, rubbery rhythmic noises, and chopped-off beats that just might be funk, if they could ever get to the one, instead of the nub of the one. It’s hard to dance to, but set your mind and your knees to the task, and you can dance to anything. Son Lux sound desperate, pleading, willing to give away everything they have and everything they need in return for something unspecified. Sad. But, resonant. ANDREW HAMLIN
A Tribe Called Red
A Tribe Called Red are a DJ crew from Ottawa who blend elements of their traditional tribes’ (Nipissing Anishnabe and Upper/Lower Cayuga First Nations, to be specific) music with dance-floor-ready electronic, dubstep, rap, and even moombahton rhythms into what they call “powwow step.” Though these end results dangerously tread the whompy line of quality/cheesy modern-EDM stuff, it’s still as distinctive as music of this genre can be. Their last couple shows were reportedly hype outpourings of Native Pride, and this one should be no different. Just don’t wear a damn headdress or war paint to it unless your ancestors did, too. MIKE RAMOS
Chrome, Sky Cries Mary, Steal Shit Do Drugs
Chrome pioneered a dystopian-sci-fi-rock sound in the late '70s and early '80s on albums like Alien Soundtracks, Half Machine Lip Moves, Read Only Memory, and 3rd from the Sun. For about seven years, creative catalysts Helios Creed and Damon Edge were the J.G. Ballard and Philip K. Dick of psychedelic music. The studios in which these records were cut sounded as if they were coated in soot from Saturn. Chrome's songs teem with nightmarish atmospheres and wickedly distorted guitars and vocals, yet they also groove with a vengeance—like a cyclotronic collision of the Stooges' Fun House with Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music. Although Edge died in 1995, the maliciously inventive guitarist Creed sporadically has resurrected Chrome and kept the music vital and vicious at an age when most rockers' creativity has withered. DAVE SEGAL
COIN, The Aces
Jaunty pop group COIN from Nashville, who've played with Walk the Moon, Passion Pit, Young the Giant, and Neon Trees, will keep you surfing that post-new-wave.
Guayaba, Nauticult, Astro King Phoenix, Corespondents
Alt-hiphop and psych-soul queen of the ghost opera Guayaba will swarm over Capitol Hill for a night of otherworldly sounds and visions, joined by Nauticult, Astro King Phoenix, and Corespondents.
Steve Aoki, Desiigner
The son of Rocky Aoki, owner of the Benihana chain of restaurants, Steve Aoki has used his dad's financial might to fund the Dim Mak label and to throw extravagant parties in his LA home base. Aoki has remixed marquee names like Michael Jackson, Drake, Chris Cornell, Weezer, and the Killers, and those commercial instincts come to the fore in his DJ sets, where he plays a ceaseless stream of popular club tunes. Aoki always has two ears cocked toward whatever's blowing up on the circuit, so expect to hear a lot of brostep, electro house, and mainstream hiphop on this tour. DAVE SEGAL
Carl Palmer's ELP Legacy
The drummer and last surviving member of Emerson, Lake & Palmer is on the road, trading on his mothership band's divisive track record, and more power to him. As timekeeper for one of the most bombastic and successful prog-rock groups, Carl Palmer has earned this victory lap. Go YouTube Palmer's “Drum Solo – Live in Switzerland, 1970” for a glimpse of his dexterity and inventiveness. And then check out Tarkus, Brain Salad Surgery, Pictures at an Exhibition, Trilogy, and Emerson, Lake & Palmer for a PhD seminar in how to harness virtuosity and instrumental excess into diabolically gripping compositions that fuse rock with classical music in a highly combustible manner. DAVE SEGAL
Norma Jean, Gideon, Toothgrinder, Greyhaven, Deathbreaker, Build An Empire
When Norma Jean released their breakthrough album, Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child, in 2002, they were labeled by many as a blatant Botch rip-off. Over time, they eased away from the frantic tech-metal influences and incorporated more melody, leaning toward the lighter side of metalcore. They eventually worked their way up to touring alongside bands like System of a Down and Five Finger Death Punch. Norma Jean’s 2016 album, Polar Similar, brought back their harder-edged sound, minus the overt Botch-worship. It’s worth noting that over their 21-year-lifespan, they’ve had so many lineup changes that there are currently no original members. KEVIN DIERS
Paula Boggs Band, Jeff Fielder & Friends
Politically, Paula Boggs knew and felt enough to resign from Trump’s President's Committee on the Arts and Humanities, late last summer (which of course seems like ancient history, now). Musically, though, she weaves soul and bluegrass into what she rightfully terms “soulgrass.” The banjo keeps the time, the piano surfaces to make ripples, and Boggs, sounding like a slightly battered Joan Armatrading, sucks us in by just sticking around. Simple phrases build into more complex ones. Simple actions crosscut into cutting revelations. ANDREW HAMLIN
The Residency Hosted By Travis Thompson
This past year, 40 young Seattleites participated in an intensive residency program to develop their skills as musicians and leaders. Those same kids now take the stage as musicians confident in their craft. Hosted by Travis Thompson, the evening will be punctuated by performances from emerging local hiphop acts Kung Foo Grip, DJ U Moor, Eyez Othello, Michaelson, Jav, Nestra, Kay C, Brandon Marsalis, and Talaya.
A Tribute to Paul Desmond with Brent Jensen
The best musician in The Dave Brubeck Quartet was not the pianist, Dave Brubeck. Indeed, I’m of the opinion Brubeck was a second-rate pianist. The brilliant musician in the quartet was Paul Desmond, the alto saxophonist. Two things made him great. The clarity of his sound, and ease of his swing. Desmond could blow a beam of sound that had the appearance of having no imperfections. And he had enough blues in his bones to give that beam the swing not of a stiff pendulum (that’s Brubeck at the keys) but a body attuned the rhythms of life and of the streets. Let’s celebrate Desmond with Brent Jensen. CHARLES MUDEDE
Umphrey's McGee, The Russ Liquid Test
Umphrey’s McGee procure a heady, percussive-fleshed synthesis of jazz, funk, electro, metal, prog, and rock informed by both classic and modern influences, and salted with reggae, yacht-rock, pop, and blues. They also have a way of genre-jumping from one song to the next, or multiple times within the same song, while still remaining tight and focused. These guys don’t “jam,” but practice calculated improvisation, with pre-determined key changes and a series of hand gestures and signals they employ while on stage to communicate their next move. This is the sort of band that’s as likely to play covers of Talking Heads or Radiohead as King Crimson or Frank Zappa in a two-set show (they also do cover mash-ups), and though they’re 11 LPs deep—the latest is It’s Not Us—you must experience the Chicago sextet live to appreciate their full awe factor. LEILANI POLK
Dig into Carl Orff's militantly structured and majestic pagan piece Carmina Burana—which is best known for its often-employed choral movement "O Fortuna," which is Latin for "life sucks." The evening will also include a mischievous performance of Manuel de Falla’s "The Three-Cornered Hat."
No performance on Friday
17th Annual More Music at the Moore
More Music features young musicians collaborating and playing in a variety of styles, after mentorships from music industry folk, production and promotional support, and local musicians. Past music directors for this group have included Sheila E., Robert Glasper, Meshell Ndegeocello, Daniel Bernard Roumain, and Michael Shrieve.
Vocalist, producer, and multi-instrumentalist EDEN will show off his electro-pop blend of organic and synthesized sounds, with support from rising pop artist Vérité.
The Experience II: Tank, Keyshia Cole, & Friends
If I’m journeying to Kent, I’d be going for bill partner Keyshia Cole (she of mid-’00s radio killers “Let It Go” and “Love”), but Tank, Keri Hilson, and the rest of this crew will certainly put on a show. KIM SELLING
Kyle Watson, Pezzner, Wesley Holmes B2B FooFou, Frida K
House music doesn’t derive its name from house parties, but rather a shortening of “warehouse”—a popular venue for the Chicago-born sound of the 1980s. That doesn’t mean a homey setting isn’t a good fit for house’s insistent four-on-the-floor dancefloor beat. Enter Casa Nostra, the latest endeavor of inveterate local promoters Upper Left, who aim to transform venues around town into rumpus rooms for house-music dancers to run amok. The series kicks off with touring South African jock Kyle Watson, whose tastes run more to mainstream, big-room beats than the innovative sounds coming out of his native land. Let’s hope he can tone it down for the underground crowd—provided he takes cues from openers like Pezzner, he’ll do just fine. GREG SCRUGGS
The Meices, Alcohol Funnycar, The Service Providers
The web tells me the Meices are back together. This is very good news for at least one very important reason. The Meices, you see, had one of the greatest songs you’ve probably never heard. It’s called “Don’t Let the Soap Run Out,” and it’s about calling mom because you’re broke, something about a bomb, a skinhead Jesus (not one of those racist skinhead Jesuses), and the chorus, which is the title, and only the title, and which seems in six words, six notes, to cover all aspiration, all desperation, everything that could possibly sit at stake in life. I have no idea if any of their other songs are anywhere near that good. But armed with “Don’t Let the Soap Run Out” is armed with faith. ANDREW HAMLIN
Phillip Phillips, Ballroom Thieves
American Idol winner Phillip Phillips will hit Seattle for a night of earthy guitar-fueled rock and all-ages singer-songwriter fun on his Magnetic Tour, with Ballroom Thieves for support.
Yonder Mountain String Band, Old Salt Union
The bluegrass (yet genre-bending) Yonder Mountain String Band will headline this evening of expansive folk music with Old Salt Union as the opener.
Expect to get all'a this month’s dancing done tonight, ’cause the good-timin’ and get-downin' group Antibalas will be landing just north of the cut and have promised to get our shit LIT! Uh, Antibalas are one of the many killer groups from Daptone label’s stable of funky funk makers. And they’re always guaranteed to get you sweaty from their funky Afrobeat HEAT. The group/collective draw from all the best world rhythmic traditions to find the deepest of grooves. MIKE NIPPER
Christeene, Ononos, Loungettes
While I do not usually condone FOMO, I highly suggest you not miss out on this train wreck of a shitshow. While it's always been hard to describe quite what exactly a CHRISTEENE is, I'll go with: Austin-based stank-terror-drag phenomenon in a sweat-matted fright wig and uncomfortably blue contacts. She makes hardcore electronic music/filthy dance pop (check her NSFAnywhere videos online); the raunchy live show sometimes involves a giant cloth vagina, but will most definitely feature her more-than-half-naked backup dancers, T Gravel and C Baby, busting all the choreography. Expect a healthy dose of butt cheeks and take tomorrow off. EMILY NOKES
Fucked & Bound, Wasted USA, Trash Fire
He Whose Ox Is Gored have long served as Seattle’s torchbearers for post-metal. Their meticulously woven compositions of brute guitars and symphonic keyboards capture a malicious fervor tempered by discipline and restraint. While there is genuine angst and sorrow knitted into those elaborate songs, there is also the hint that something much more uninhibited lies beneath the surface. Enter Fucked & Bound, the outlet for the Ox tribe to set aside the melody and math for raging d-beat hardcore. The musicianship is still razor sharp, but the exploratory dynamics of HWOIG are ditched in favor of bulldozing riffs and vocalist Lisa Mungo’s confrontational command of the stage. BRIAN COOK
Infest, Escuela, Gag
At the end of the ’80s, the soundtrack to the straight-edge community primarily consisted of youth crew hardcore bands espousing the virtues of positivity while flirting with rock sensibilities. But out in LA, four straight-edge guys ditched the sing-along anthems and pushed the ugly aspects of hardcore to new extremes. The fast parts were incomprehensibly fast. The breakdowns were like dragging a dead body through the quagmire. Infest never played a CBGB matinee show or put out a record on Revelation, but their approach to hardcore spawned the subgenre of powerviolence, and their rare live show is still totally savage. BRIAN COOK
John Hiatt & The Goners with Sonny Landreth
I know it's a well-beaten cliché, but John Hiatt really does sound like an old American car cruising fast on a straightaway of open road with a little dust kicking up in the rearview mirror—like the granddaddy of Bruce Springsteen and the rocker cousin of Willie Nelson. Springsteen and Nelson have covered Hiatt songs, by the way, as have Bob Dylan, Ry Cooder, Bonnie Raitt, and the Neville Brothers. He's the real deal, singing about boxcars and road trips, wild nights and broken hearts: "But the master of disaster gets tangled in his Telecaster/He can't play it any faster/When he plays the blues/When he had the heart to ask her/And every note just shook the plaster/Now he's just a mean old bastard/When he plays the blues." BRENDAN KILEY
USC Events' annual spring festival, and the biggest shamrock-themed EDM party in Washington, will come to Tacoma for the seventh year of green and gold everything. Break out your glow sticks and prepare for "a Celtic-inspired land where whimsical creatures, boundless providence, and good fortune abode"—or, at least, heavy-hitter headliners like Carnage, Flux Pavilion, Andy C, Black Tiger Sex Machine, Getter, John Askew, Morgan Page, and Jauz.
Naomi Wachira, Diana Gameros
Wachira’s understatedly powerful songs of resilience, identity, and empowerment would seem to be the perfect fit for a night about internal strength, without ever getting preachy or melodramatic about it. It doesn’t hurt that she’s got a wallop of a voice, all the better to deliver her casually catchy ballads. KYLE FLECK
Research ft. Honey Dijon
Another Saturday, another marquee headliner c/o the Research crew. Honey Dijon’s CV reads like a rabid fan invented the perfect DJ in a lab. Raised in house-heavy Chicago, she moved to New York and immersed herself in the waning days of Manhattan’s ’90s club scene under the tutelage of Danny Tenaglia. Now splitting time between the Big Apple and Berlin, she boasts a pedigree that touches on the major capitals on the house-techno axis. Honey is known for her attentiveness to the art of the mix, so expect to luxuriate in plenty of extended transitions. She’s also a fixture on the global fashion scene, curating mixes for catwalks from a Louis Vuitton men’s show to New York Fashion Week. Might want to spruce up your duds for this one. GREG SCRUGGS
Flor De Toloache, Edna Vasquez
Latin Grammy-nominated band Flor de Toloache have made a name for themselves as an all-female mariachi group, something that's basically unheard of within that musical tradition. Their distinct sound, utilizing a wide diversity of instruments and styles, is powerful and expansive. They'll be joined by Edna Vasquez.
The Pizza Pulpit: The Screaming Multitudes, Anime Creek, Wild Wild Mexico, Catch Penny
All rad, all local, so all the reason to grab a slice and hear these weird preachers preach to their weirdo choir. With a mountain of buzz and summit of fuzz, Seattle’s three-legged Screaming Multitudes howl with crunchy power chords and space-screeching riffs and noise. Their off-the-wall frontman/guitarist Mikiech Nichols keeps the band’s set freewheelin’ with elastically funny faces and awkward entertainment, to his careless chagrin, while guitarist Michael Schoentag and drummer Jack McKool deliver with Dinosaur Jr.-loud decibels and dynamic, drilling chops. Throw in some bedroom pop, off-kilter cowboy- and indie-rock, and you’re good to go. ZACH FRIMMEL