June 19th, 2013 | by WW MUSIC STAFF Music | Posted In: Out of Print

Out of Print

So much music. So little page space. Here are some shows we missed in this week's print edition.

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Wednesday, June 19

Luciano, Ikronik 

[REGGAE] The Jamaican singer praises Jah with uniquely infectious joy. Hawthorne Theater, 1507 SE 39th Ave., 233-7100. 8 pm. $20 advance, $25 day of show. 

Mattress, XDS, Swahili, Grapefruit 

[BAD SEED] Portland's synth-soul-sermonizer's got a new tape called Fuck the Future, which is appropriate, since fucking the future is exactly what Mattress sounds like he's doing. Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison St., 239-7639. 8:30 pm. $5. 21+.

Friday, June 21

The Oh My Mys, DJ Nature

[FOLK POP] It would be a mistake to assume the pop-tinged folk rock of Portland duo the Oh My Mys is going to sound much like the sweet, gentle folk you now hear on the radio. Instead, what you’ll get are songs about getting frisky while drinking whiskey (“Do we love each other, or do we love the bottle?” sing Sarah Albert and Bethany Randall on “Whiskey Love”) or on the aptly titled “Dick for a Day,” what it might be like to have a certain male body part. Complete with whistles, hand claps, lilting harmonies and occasionally well-timed mandolin solos, the duo attaches elements of bluegrass to what they deem “acoustic hip-hop.” KAITIE TODD. EastBurn, 1800 E Burnside St., 236-2876. 10 pm. Free. 21+.

System & Station, Animal R & R, Northern

[SUNNY AFTERNOON REAL ESTATE] Less under the radar than across the map, System and Station have dazzled critics and won diehard followings across the country via a string of well-received recordings and regular national tours along the old indie-rock trails while shifting lineups (vocalist/songwriter RFK Heise the mainstay) and base camps (Idaho and Wisconsin before Portland) the past 15 years. If their inventive, propulsive, riff-strewn tunes never quite achieved the buzz necessary for an incendiary fame outside staunchly faithful acolytes, the quartet nonetheless enjoy the fruits of an excellent reputation among their peers. Legendary Decemberists/Sleater-Kinney producer Larry Crane helmed the eponymous full length whose vinyl release this evening celebrates, and the quiet confidence fueling bemused takes on issues of the day or aggrieved exhortations of personal pain bespeaks a combo just beginning their journey. JAY HORTON. Kenton Club, 2025 N Kilpatrick St., 285-3718. 9:30 pm. Free. 21+.

Saturday, June 22

Geoff Rickly, Vinnie Caruana, His Name Shall Breathe

[POST-UNPLUGGED] For a while, Thursday was the emo-leaning post-hardcore band it was OK for adults to admit enjoying. Looking back, the band truly was better than a lot of its peers. But now that the New Jersey group has entered its 30s and left the Warped Tour scene behind, its frontman, Geoff Rickly, has gone off to prove his songwriting legitimacy the way a lot of his contemporaries have: by going acoustic. Of course, the notion that stripping songs down to their simplest form somehow makes them more legitimate is a fallacy that should’ve been disproven back when hair-metal bands started unplugging and recording “totally sincere” ballads. For folks in their late 20s with star tattoos and plugged earlobes, though, this is a rare opportunity to commune intimately with one of the black-shirted heroes of the early 2000s. MATTHEW SINGER. Backspace, 115 NW 5th Ave., 248-2900. 7:30 pm. $12. All ages.

Cody Simpson

[THE NEVERENDING SUMMER] Emerging as the best and perhaps only friend of Justin Bieber during recent reign of paprazzi-threatening, sidewalk-spitting, neighbor-awakening callow terror, Cody Simpson's first headlining North American jaunt actually attracted attention beyond the middle-schooler demographic when the increasingly reclusive boy-king made a surprise appearance last week midst his old tourmate's Los Angeles concert and sparkled like he'd spent years rehearsing the moment. Aussie native Simpson has precisely followed his elder's career blueprint, whether cultivating an audience through YouTubed cover balladry or gouging their parents through the oddly engaging grandiosity of Usher-On-Ice theatrical spectaculars to showcase a subtlety of pubescence. If one-tenth of 1 percent of the dizzying strangeness of Cody Simpson's life came across through his music, we'd rank this summer's sophomore LP, Surfer's Paradise, among the grandest achievements ever recorded by a lad still just 16 years old. But, given the familiar banalities of the new single, it seems best to wait out the memoirs: Harper Collins publishes his autobiography this October. JAY HORTON. Roseland Theater, 8 NW 6th Ave., 224-2038. 7 pm. $19.50 general admission, $134.50 VIP "Meet and Greet Experience." All ages.

Big Business, The Bugs, Selector Mancampus - 06/22/2013

[HULKING DOOM] Big Business, the bruising, L.A.-based sludge merchants, return to the White Owl, which they helped inaugurate with the club's second-ever show back in January. White Owl Social Club, 1305 SE 8th Ave., 236-9672. 9 pm. $10 advance, $12 day of show. 21+. 

Monday, June 24

Indian Jewelry, Miracle Falls, The Memories, Bath Party

[DRUG DANCE] Houston's Indian Jewelry make hazy, head-swirling groove music for the chemically inclined. Star Theater, 13 NW 6th Ave. 9 pm. $8. 21+.

Also, Portland post-punk ensemble Hausu puts out its debut album Tuesday. Here's a quickie review:

HAUSU TOTAL (HARDLY ART)

[POST-PUNK] Portland’s Hausu deals in deliberate confusion. It’s named after a delightfully batshit Japanese horror movie, the artwork on its debut album smears the band’s lyrics across the CD booklet like fingerpaints, and its music—noisy rock that’s not quite noise-rock—is loose and obtuse in a way that offers little to hold onto. Total is a visceral, vituperative assault, but the effect is of too many ideas erupting at once. The wiry tangles of post-hardcore guitars flirt with melody and pigfucking dissonance but commit to neither. Ben Friars-Funkhouser’s vocals, less sung than oozed—think Robert Smith nodding out on cough syrup—are swallowed up in the tinny mix. Occasionally, something bracing leaps from the slaw—a piledriving riff here, a vessel-bursting howl there—but the most remarkable thing about the album is how easily the din fades into white noise. MATTHEW SINGER.

HEAR IT: Total is out Tuesday, June 25, on Hardly Art.

 
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