Daniel Bromfield

The knotty new album from Boreen sounds like a field of static gradually arranging itself into a lost ‘90s Northwest indie classic.

Bryan Rahija is a little more extroverted and exuberant than many of his peers in the American Primitive Guitar scene.

Alien Boy is one of the best guitar bands in any major city right now—but they live in ours.

Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s Superwolves is one of his warmest and best albums to date.

Barker’s “Utility” imagines dance music as a flying machine: free from the constraints of gravity, head in the clouds, but always working and pumping madly to stay afloat.

“Com Postables 3: PPS Lunches” is local beatmaker Spinitch’s tribute to the questionable meals he horked down as a student in Portland’s public school system.

Eyelids are something like Portland’s indie-rock illuminati, and their forthcoming “Dubble Live” set showcases the depth of both their repertoire and their connections.

The Shivas’ new Feels So Good // Feels So Bad sums up the dilemma of psych-pop revivalism.

How Josephine Foster is like Young Thug, when Suzanne Kraft went pop, why we’re calling Golden Boy a “junglist” and other knowledge to put in your ears.

Fifty years after their debut, cult L.A. band Sparks—scowling bandleader Ron Mael, his coquettish brother Russell, a revolving cast of goons—is finally on the cusp of ubiquity.

Egg made only three albums, all of them good, but first among equals is “The Polite Force,” which sounds like floating in a room full of chandeliers for 43 minutes.

“Usually summer is my happy time, and in Portland it historically has been a joyous time after months of darkness and rain. So it’s a tough blow to have to deal with smoke and fires and climate change.”

“I always had the inclination to empower people to perform.”

Known tragically in the States only for “Come On Eileen”—admittedly one of their best songs—Dexys Midnight Runners are beloved in Britain for their three markedly different albums.

Like many aging, increasingly grouchy millennials, the members of Portland’s Picante have been on a Steely Dan deep dive recently.