For starters, Kool Keith's at Neumos, Broken Disco is at Chop Suey.

And! Here's what this week's Up & Comings have to offer:

Rollerball, Bill Horist
(Rendezvous) Fixtures in Portland's underground-rock scene for over a decade, Rollerball continue to ply their expansive, rococo art rock with dramatic flair, long past the point where most groups start to fall off. While they may have peaked during their years on the late, lamented Road Cone label (check 2001's Trail of the Butter Yeti for the ultimate Roller-ball recording), the quartet—who are implausibly huge in Italy—still can summon powerful, Can-like rhythm mantras and interesting stylistic promiscuity. The tension between their accessible song structures and liberating experimentation lends Rollerball's music a compelling friction, elevating them above most in the crowded Northwest rock pool. DAVE SEGAL

Todd Snider
(Triple Door) On his last two (perfectly brilliant) records, singer-songwriter-raconteur Todd Snider struck a healthy balance between the dueling aspects of his persona: On one hand, he's a roots-music songwriter as good as anyone out there; on the other, he's a fearless humorist whose laid-back delivery masks jabs that would take Bill Hicks's breath away. Faced with the waning of the disastrous-for-humanity Bush administration, Snider let his loose-tongued lefty-loon persona take the lead last year. The result: Peace Queer, an eight-song EP featuring spoken-word interludes, a stripped-down Creedence Clearwater Revival cover, and a handful of new Snider originals. "Things happen in this album besides you being told that war is wrong, with a beat," announces Snider on his website. "I don't know that war is wrong. I just know that I'm a peace queer, and I'm totally into it when people aren't fighting, in my home, at the bar where I hang out, or in a field a million miles away." Tonight, Snider queers out with the masses at the Triple Door. DAVID SCHMADER

Pierced Arrows, Thee Manipulators, Paper Dolls, the Zack Static Sect
(Funhouse) I'm a little late jumping on the Dead Moon bandwagon. I saw them a couple years ago in Ballard and drunkenly chattered my way through their set, fantastically pissing off my friends (and everyone else) who were all seemingly rabid DM fans. It wasn't until a few weeks ago—when I watched documentary DVD Unknown Passage—that I finally understood. Understood why I should've shut up and watched that show, understood why this Northwest band had, still have, a devoted cult of fans all over the western hemisphere... I finally "get it"! And now it's too late. Dead Moon are done. Their beloved corpse was barely cold when the forever- married fiftysomethings Fred and Toody gave birth to a new baby and named it Pierced Arrows. When I saw PA play last week in Portland, I paid attention. The set was 99 percent new material, but it ended with Dead Moon's classic "It's OK." And it will be okay. Oh yeah, we still love you in any way. KELLY O

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