D.Black and Grayskul at Chop Suey
At the end of 2006, I predicted that two hiphop labels, Mass Line and Sportn’ Life, would have the biggest impact on the local scene in 2007. I was almost right. Mass Line had a spectacular year; Sportn’ Life did not. Two reasons: One, rapper Fatal Lucciauno went to jail right after Sportn’ Life released his CD; and two, Dyme Def and J.Pinder, the hottest young rappers in Seattle, left the label for greener pastures. The blows, however, did not kill the label. It still has D.Black. This show is all about the return of Sportn’ Life. (Chop Suey, 1325 E Madison St, 324-8000. 8 pm, $7, all ages.) by Charles Mudede

Read more about the Sportin’ Life party in My Philosophy.

And look what else is happening:

Police Teeth, Lake of Falcons, the Bizmarck
(Blue Moon) To this day, I can’t think of a song that uses the word “motherfucker” better than the MC5’s “Kick Out the Jams.” But Police Teeth’s “Motherfuckers Move Slow” gives the expletive the ol’ college try. Police Teeth is blistering post-hardcore with an infatuation for AC/DC and Wire, played by dudes formerly found in Racetrack and USS Horsewhip. “Motherfuckers Move Slow” is an urgent track rife with guitar riffs, which will sound superb when juxtaposed against Lake of Falcons’ slightly poppier turbulence. Not into the über-catchy “Pretty Little Knife”? Maybe the more Fugazi-styled instrumentation of “Farmer’s Debt” will blow your mind, or the Hot Water Music– influenced “The Smiler” (duel vocals yelling against one another and coming together for the chorus = goosebumps). Or perhaps you’re totally unfamiliar? And slightly intrigued? You’ve got nothing to lose—tonight and every night Blue Moon has a $0 cover charge. MEGAN SELING

From the Jam
(Moore) I have NO problem with “classic” bands reforming, however, some reunions seem challenged—um, like the “it was okay, I guess” MC5 as DKT/MC5. Eesh! Well, former Jam members Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler have gotten back together, without Paul Weller, adding Russell Hastings and Dave Moore as the Jam, uh, sort of—they call themselves “From the Jam.” Honestly, without Weller, I kinda don’t care that they’re getting back together. Weller was THE angry, sullen frontman that enabled and drove them! He WAS their attitude. So, to me, a Wellerless lineup seems a bit limp. However, English reviews are favorable, and from what I can tell, Foxton STILL has some bits of his annoying mullet, so it’ll likely be just fine—they’ll play their hits and do jumps and all that… really, it’ll be fine… really… just fine. MIKE NIPPER

Also tonight, at Hengst Studios:

For the last five years, Seattle’s Shameless crew has been throwing My Bloody Valentine, and far from its shoegazey moniker, the annual party is a celebration of debauchery, where music, booze, and lowered inhibitions leave more than the lovestruck with a smile on their face at the end of the night.

My Bloody Valentine combines the costumery of Halloween with hints of Mardi Gras’s crazed atmosphere, all for an audience that’s usually as excited for the abundance of fake blood as for the sex toy–filled piñata. It’s a party for all types, with some there for the spectacle, others there for the headliners.

Read all about it in Donte Parks’ column, Bug in the Bassbin.

And, from the Score:

APHONIA RECORDINGS SHOWCASE
I caught the first installment of this monthly series in January and left inspired. Here, Aphonia Recordings honchos Ben L. Robertson and Andrew Senna team up as the Precambrian, but the focus is on two other groups, Problems and Paintings for Animals. Based in Olympia, Problems play chamber music in just intonation using violin, viola, steel pedal guitar, and a retuned Farfisa organ. Paintings for Animals make hypnotic and gorgeous collages from vocal snippets and field recordings; I had a hard time leaving their MySpace page. Gallery 1412, 1412 18th Ave, 322-1533, 8 pm, free, but donations accepted.