Antony and the Johnsons play the Moore tonight. Dave Segal Charles Mudede wrote about the band in this week's paper. The intro:

Where to begin with Antony Hegarty? Maybe with his band, Antony and the Johnsons, who have so far cut three albums and four EPs, have Manhattan as their home and place of initiation, and have established an international following that is enchanted by the strange and theatrical beauty of Antony's voice, poetry, and music—which can roughly be broken down into these elements: '60s soul, '70s folk-rock, and '80s pop. As for Antony himself, he began his life some 30 or so years ago in the UK, spent a part of his childhood in California, and finally settled in New York in the '90s. Here he attended NYU and participated in an avant-garde theater and music scene that was then haunted by the voices and visions of singers and actors who had lost their lives to the "gay plague." In this sad climate, the aftermath of the '80s, Antony shaped his band, his sound, and the central theme of his tunes, poetry, and theater of the self. In the early 2000s, he participated in a wonderful disco record, Hercules and Love Affair, which was released last year; this year, he released a new album, The Crying Light. The present decade has seen the rise of his name to indie fame and critical acclaim.

H Is for Hellgate, Mighty Shiny
(Comet, 5 pm) H Is for Hellgate—the Seattle poppy-post-punk outfit powered by singer-songwriter- guitarist Jamie Henkensiefken—are gaining national attention for their new record, Come for the Peaks, Stay for the Valleys. But the track that most caught my attention is "Tina Fey," an as-yet-unreleased track I found on the band's MySpace page. Over a sprightlier-than-normal pop-punk riff (one of the band's key traits is their way with slower, heavier tempos), Henkensiefken lays out her deep personal love for the woman who's become America's Sweetheart. "Why did you marry some guy from the SNL band? I think we could have worked it out. If you wanna hook up with a real musician who won't knock you up..." The cute is kept in check by the creepy—the song ends with our frantic-with-desire frontwoman cozying up to her amazingly lifelike Tina Fey Real Doll. DAVID SCHMADER

Speaker Speaker, Flora v. Fauna, the Vague Prophets
(marsBar) Unwound bassist Vern Rumsey has a new trio called Flora v. Fauna. If the two songs on their MySpace page are indicative, the Olympia band come at you with a post-punk severity and controlled scrappiness that won't alienate longtime Unwound aficionados. This is a very good thing. As you probably know by now, Speaker Speaker create tightly wound, peppy pop-punk for the youthful at core, making early Buzzcocks sound like Melvins. Speaker Speaker understand the importance of being earnest. DAVE SEGAL

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Police Teeth are celebrating the release of their new album, Real Size Monster Series, tonight at the Sunset with the Bismarck (this week's Band of the Week, BTW) and Arbitron. Eric Grandy reviewed the local quartet's new record in this week's music section. An excerpt:

"Big Hearts, Small Riffs" begins with the thesis "There's a breakdown in the discourse between art and entertainment," and then proceeds to break it down further—suggesting that DIY is a privilege best afforded by those whose "parents are footing the bill," wondering sarcastically if lighting their gear on fire or adding "a hot girl in her underwear" on tambourine might increase their cut of the door. All over, five minutes of actually pretty-big riffs; steady, swaggering rhythms; and the occasional female background vocal and trumpet burst. On "Bob Stinson Will Have His Revenge on Ferndale," the band—sounding a bit like earlier, angrier Piebald or maybe Braid when that other guy was singing—lament, "The clubs won't touch us without label support/The labels won't touch us until we're back from tour." On "There's a Big Heap of Trash at the End of the Rainbow": "You should have stayed in college and picked a real job/What makes you think you're above punching a clock?"

Read the full review here. And Police Teeth aren't the only great thing about tonight's bill. The Bismarck put on a blistering, entertaining show of their own.

The Bismarck - "This Train Runs on Two Rails"

The Bismarck - "Sandbar Knifefighter Blues"

Partman Parthorse
Partman Parthorse's latest snide, punk-rock sneerfest is a song that rattles off—then proceeds to shit-talk—damn near every band in Seattle ("Dutchess and the Duke make me wanna puke... Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band/More like Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Bland"). It concludes in the chorus: "I don't know where they're coming from/But I sure know where they've been/And I know where they're going/Straight to the dollar bin." From any other band, "Emerald City Dollar Bin" might constitute serious beef, but from the infinitely flip and un-fucking-fadeable PMPH, it's all in good fun. (Funhouse, 206 Fifth Ave N, 374-8400. 9 pm, $8, 21+.) ERIC GRANDY

Partman Parthorse - "Can't Fade the PMPH"

Partman Parthorse - "Police"

Kinski, AFCGT, Treetarantula
(Comet) Over their 11-year existence, Seattle quartet Kinski have become titanic riff merchants, rocking with aerodynamic efficiency, ballistic power, and hairpin dynamics, while going off on the occasional spacey, abstract interlude. At their best, they're one of the most exhilarating hard-rock groups in the city. Bonus: Their song titles are among the funniest around. Fellow Seattle quartet Treetarantula play what people inevitably will call "stoner rock," and they're extremely adept at it, delivering repeated psychedelic knockout blows until you understand the true meaning of "wah-wah." It's raw, dude. AFCGT have received much praise from this writer lately, and it's all deserved. DAVE SEGAL

Emeralds, Kane Hodder, Black Houses, Patrol, Teens in Heat
(El Corazón) Chances are you have no idea who Teens in Heat are. And that's okay! They're new. The trio—featuring Christen Shaw of Man Plus, Nouela Johnston of People Eating People (and formerly Mon Frere), and Sage Gatzke of Black Houses—will take you back to the days of pre-glam Hole. You know, when Courtney Love had a real nose and didn't constantly blog about nothing. Teens in Heat's few demos available online aren't the best quality, but they showcase the same raw, haunted vibe that made Love and company so magnetic. MEGAN SELING

Listen to Teens in Heat via MySpace.

Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death, Battle Hymns, Transmography
(Full Tilt Ice Cream) Now that Spencer Moody and Dann Gallucci have gotten the Murder City Devils reunion out of their system (the band wrapped up a short jaunt down the West Coast last week), the two return to their weird, arty ways with Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death (also featuring Andrea Zollo of Pretty Girls Make Graves and Joel Cuplin of Suffering and the Hideous Thieves). The band are far from palatable on first listen—a noisy mélange of saxophone, keyboard, sludgy bass, and vocals that alternate between howling and disparaging. It's not for everyone. But tonight, some of Full Tilt's ice cream may make it go down a little bit easier. MEGAN SELING

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