Twin Shadow - Forget by demiliv
Twin Shadow
(Easy Street Records Queen Anne) Twin Shadow's show tonight at Crocodile with the Pains of Being Pure at Heart and Seapony is 21+. But the joke is on the drinking-age crowd this time, since folks of all ages can catch an in-store set by this sensual, halfway-mordant synth phenom for free. Easy Street Records Queen Anne, 6 pm, free. JASON BAXTER
See underage.
Monolake - Alaska by ericstein
Monolake, Justin Timbreline
(Baltic Room) When Monolake (see Wednesday's blurb and Stranger Suggests for more elucidation) gets behind the controls, the venue he's playing becomes saturated with an overwhelming sense of 360º awesome. Simply put, Monolake's techno tracks seem to come at you from all directions, flinging glittering percussive and textural debris at your head with great stealth and artistry. He is perhaps earth's foremost master of subzero, dubwise techno, a molecular scientist of sound who can inspire you to dance in paranoiacally novel ways. With Justin Timbreline. Baltic Room, 9 pm, $12/$15 DOS, 21+. DAVE SEGAL
See Stranger Suggests, and Data Breaker.
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Twin Shadow, Seapony
(Crocodile) This is what a well-matched bill looks like: Seattle's most delicately breathtaking pop band (Seapony) opening for a morose, retro-synth crooner (Twin Shadow), who, in turn, preps the crowd for endearing rockers the Pains of Being Pure at Heart. All three acts are, in their own way, audibly indebted to post-punk and new wave royalty (duh), but also, critically, late-'80s/early-'90s shoegaze pioneers like Cocteau Twins and My Bloody Valentine ("Belong," the title track off the latest Pains LP, rather plainly echoes "Blown a Wish"). There's also a somewhat-disarming OK Soda—era alt sheen to Belong, placing Pains a hair ahead of most bands in the nostalgia-mining game. All three of these bands seem to grasp an inarguable actuality: One of the best ways to "win the future" is to pull from the past. JASON BAXTER
See also Underage.
Phosphorescent - I Don't Care If There's Cursing by johnout
Phosphorescent, Family Band, Betsy Olson
(Tractor) Phosphorescent's Matthew Houck has quietly become one of our generation's better singer-songwriters. His thoughtful country-inflected constructions are your friends on gloomy days and reflective road trips, and probably at a bunch of other times and places, too. GRANT BRISSEY
Tame Impala - I Don't Really Mind by MCMLXXXVIII
Tame Impala, Yuck
(Neumos) In a recent blurb for our Stranger Suggests page, I called Tame Impala Australia's greatest rock band since Birthday Party and the Scientists (okay, let's say since the Go-Betweens), and if you think that's hyperbole, well, clean out your ears. Tame Impala's lid-flipping debut album, Innerspeaker, swirls and soars with a dulcet, cloud-busting verve that few contemporary psych/shoegaze rock groups can equal. Over these 11 songs, TI auteur Kevin Parker's mellifluous melodic chops match an affinity for fascinating textural flourishes that are bolstered by vocals that lusciously stretch out vowels, culminating in the phenomenal "I Don't Really Mind"—which, for some damn reason, they didn't play last time they came through Seattle. It's probably the closest any band's come to invoking Wire's immortal "Map Ref. 41ºN 93ºW." DAVE SEGAL
Tobacco - Sweatmother by yogademon
Tobacco, Beans, Shapers
(Chop Suey) Tobacco is the enigmatic prime mover of Pittsburgh folkadelic freaks Black Moth Super Rainbow working in solo hiphop(ish) idiom. Over two albums with anticon (Fucked Up Friends and Maniac Meat), Tobacco has staked out a very weird niche in the beatmaking scene. At his best, Tobacco sounds like a bizarre fusion of Boards of Canada and J Dilla, with clipped, mulched funk beats punching through muted, hazy wind instruments and wonky, bulbous analog synth billows. (If this is all done on computers, they're very stoned computers.) Beans is Antipop Consortium's most out-there MC and producer, which is saying several mouthfuls. Chicago's Shapers deliver post-rock that charges at you from several different, interesting angles. Cop their Little, Big album on the group's Bandcamp page. DAVE SEGAL
Shim, Hounds of the Wild Hunt, Hobosexual
(High Dive) While the city waits with bated breath for Fleet Foxes to release their sophomore record, and bands like the Head and the Heart, Campfire OK, and Drew Grow & the Pastor's Wives continue to get their faces on the cover of magazines, Hobosexual are doing their damnedest to make sure Northwesterners don't forget that it's okay to get loud and just have some fucking fun. Hobosexual are like Monotonix, only they don't set things on fire (I don't think). Instead, they come with more musical talent and songs that are actually bearable even when not being delivered by half-naked hairy men. And for a laugh, check out Hobosexual's music video for "Van Candy." MEGAN SELING
High Class Wreckage,
Tit Pig, Monogamy Party, Hair Vest, Deadkill(Blue Moon) If you've been lucky enough to check out local hardcore buzz-band Tit Pig already, you know they demand a certain amount of audience participation. "Onstage" at the Comet last year, vocalist Sean Evoy took a quick break from shrieking and screaming his face off to address the crowd: "Get fucking up here and start pushing people around. I'm gettin' pissed." But don't worry, this isn't your typical "bro-core" hardcore-dance-a-thon. Instead of simple chugging breakdowns, Tit Pig never let up, refusing to slow down while thrashing through sets crammed with pure, unadulterated punk-rock fury. Think later-era Black Flag mixed with a little Fucked Up. High Class Wreckage might not be as fast, but they sure as hell know how to write some burly-ass riffs reminiscent of Dead Moon and the Melvins. How very Northwest of them. KEVIN DIERS
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