Friday, July 10, 2009

No Depression About the No Depression Festival

Posted by Sam Machkovech on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 5:27 PM

Since I'm apparently Line Out's marquee alt-country whatever, I'll be posting impressions and reviews live from the No Depression Festival tomorrow. Used'ta be, the Austin City Limits Music Festival trafficked exclusively in the deliriously blurry line between country, folk, bluegrass, and rock, but ever since that event was co-opted by the guys who book Lollapalooza years ago, us pearl-snap-wearin' sad sacks have been plum outta luck. ACL's loss—Redmond in July has to be more tolerable than Austin in the dead of September.

Patterson Hood'll be on hand to play with a spin-off of Drive-By Truckers. Iron & Wine will appear with equal parts pretty songs and beards. And Gillian Welch will put on a great show until I rush the stage to profess my love. Just you watch.

Every (Nearly "Liberated") Picture Tells a Story

Posted by Dave Segal on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 3:44 PM

Blue Moon talent booker Jason Josephes relates this incident involving the Abodox after last night’s show with Diminished Men, Wah Wah Exit Wound, and the Abodox:

You probably noticed the painting behind the stage, the one with all the beer cans. It was done by our bartender Mary McIntyre.

So I noticed the Abadox drummer admiring the painting during load-in. It's a frequent occurrence, given the nature of the artwork.

While the band is loading out, I notice their drummer trying to smuggle something out the door behind their amps. Turns out it was the very same painting. I busted him on the spot and got nothing but a bunch of smart-ass conjecture. He told one of our regulars that he loved the painting and, since no one else could possibly appreciate its majesty, he decided to liberate it.

He put his time into it — the painting was secured to the wall via a mounting. His unleashing involved unscrewing the painting from the wall. This was not a drunken grab. It was a painstaking labor. I admit that I was not paying attention to the stage at the time, but it's rare that a band tries to steal from us. We run a good ship.

When accosted outside, I was met with nothing but a smart-ass attitude. "Yeah, I tried to steal your painting and I got caught," he said. "I don't know what the big deal is."

The other band members weren't much help. I gave them the benefit of the doubt — they didn't steal anything — but surely they must have been aware of their drummer's doings. And the more I and some of our regulars laid into him about it, the more flip and sarcastic he became. It took a lot of resistance to not make things physical, especially as the harangues kept on coming. He just plastered on a shit eating grin on his face and continued to flaunt his transgression.

What sucks is that he ruined an otherwise fantastic night of music. What sucks even more is that I paid the band before one of the members decided to go all jackass on us.

When I told him word would be getting out about this, he smiled even bigger and said to yes, by all means, let people know what he did. So here you go.

I’ve contacted Thomas-Kennedy to get his side of the story, which I’ll report as soon as he responds.

UPDATE: Here is Benjamin Thomas-Kennedy's response to Josephes' recounting of last night's post-gig incident:

First off, yes there was an attempt to free the painting from the venue; but I, Benjamin Thomas-Kennedy the drummer from the Abodox, was not present at the venue when this occurred. I had already gone home to get some sleep as I had to go to work in the morning at my day job at the Frye Art Museum. That's right, I guard art for a living. I will not throw any of my band mates under the bus though as it is our policy to stick together and support each other's actions...and mistakes. None of us did anything to stop this, so I guess you could say we are all to blame.

Its true that time and care was put into the heist. We respect the work and did not want to damage it. A "drunken grab" would have been much worse as it may have hurt the art which would have been a huge tragedy. We had no intention of getting away with it or damaging it. The painting is fucking huge and to think that it could be easily removed and walked out with is a ridiculous notion. I guess you could say that it was our way of showing our appreciation. we had no intention of keeping or hurting the art which, again, we fully appreciate.

When confronted, we owned up to it and returned the painting. Then in a moment of severe overreaction, we were violently threatened with physical accosting. The specifics of what was said are vague at best, but we did not resist or require this aggression at all. The venue even took some of our gear to "teach us a lesson." Thankfully, they returned it, just as the painting was unresistingly given back to them.

Also, we would like to confirm and defend what was perceived as our "smart ass-attitude" in the face of the staff's aggressive behavior and words. After apologizing repeatedly, it seems nothing more could be done to calm the situation as escalating threats were directed towards us. We are not liars.

JJ is also right that it was a great night. it always is at the Blue Moon and we understand how our actions soured it as such. We have been playing there for over 8 years and we would hate it if last night was our last set there. We are sorry for all the fuss. It was a fucked up thing to do and it won't happen again. We love the Blue Moon and we are sorry for being dumb asses. We have nothing but respect for the venue, the art, and the artist. We sincerely apologize.

As for the show itself, I had to leave before headliners the Abodox played (and thus obviously missed the drama), but Diminished Men acquitted themselves well without their bassist Simon Henneman, deftly moving through smoky, chiaroscuro-enhanced instrumentals that sounded as if they could be gracing Sergio Leone spaghetti westerns and Quentin Tarantino crime thrillers.

Wah Wah Exit Wound followed, playing songs that were so serpentine and knotty, they must have taken 10-hour rehearsal days to master them. Seriously. These labyrinthine pieces sound great—especially sans vocals—while they’re happening (thankfully, they aren’t fooling about the wah-wah part of their moniker), but they’re very hard to retain in your brain afterward. They dissipate like passages from a book written in a language you only half understand. But during them, it’s like riding a roller coaster in a forest full of pine trees. Compliment.

This Week in the Music Section

Posted by Chris Govella on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 3:34 PM

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Dave Segal on Portable Shrines:

After witnessing Wooden Shjips' awesome concert at the Comet in April, local musician/author John Gillanders of the band Black Science e-mailed promoters Aubrey Nehring and Darlene Nordyke to gush: "I was actually practicing some magick rituals during their set and felt like I was kind of floating around the room and transforming my field of consciousness into predesigned sigils. Great experience."

That phenomenon has become more common in the last year thanks to Portable Shrines, a collective dedicated to fostering psychedelic multimedia events in Seattle. Started last year by Nehring and Nordyke, Portable Shrines is shifting the city's psych scene into a higher gear—subliminally.

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Megan Seling on West Seattle Summer Fest this weekend:

Festival booker Jason Fitzgerald takes full advantage of the musical talent residing on the other side of the city when curating the festival. "West Seattle affiliation is important to me," he says. "It seems like a lot of festivals—especially community festivals—just book whoever applies, whoever is the cheapest, or friends of friends, and that makes for a dull festival experience. I think it reflects poorly on the community in the long run. So I say no to bad bands. I care about West Seattle and Summer Fest and try my hardest to persuade good bands to play, even when other festivals offer them more money." For this year's festival, at least half the bands have ties to the neighborhood, including Mudhoney, Super Sonic Soul Pimps, We Are Golden, Pillow Army, and Westerly.

Mudhoney may be the biggest name in the lineup, but they're not the only talent in the pool. Black Panties—featuring members of the Cops, the Presidents of the United States of America, and the Heavy Hearts—play quintessential rock and roll about makin' out and screaming in authority's face. Thee Sgt. Major III, featuring Kurt Bloch, deliver super-sunny and sing-alongable pop anthems.

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Charles Mudede on Cage:

The story of Cage's struggle with mental illness and abusive parents shaped the content and mood of his second full-length album, Hell's Winter, which was released in 2005 by his current label, Definitive Jux. However, his first full-length album, Movies for the Blind, was shaped by hedonistic and self-destructive drives. He rapped about lots of sex ("They try to kill me through my dick with these hos too much"), lots of drugs ("Had a PCP overdose, and I still smoke"), and lots of horror gore ("My whole career been a upstream kayak through blood"). But those shocking images and themes did not capture or match the true spirit of the underground, which is more about the mental—be it the metaphysics of Scienz of Life, the futurism of Cannibal Ox, the surrealism of MF Doom, or the skills for skills' sake (hiphop's version of ''l'art pour l'art'') of Eyedea & Abilities.

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Check out Up & Coming for this week's concerts and points of interest, such as No Depression Festival:

(Marymoor Park) Holy God. I hate festivals, but are you fucking kidding me with this lineup? Gillian Welch and Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter on the same goddamn stage on the same goddamn day? Which is not to say that Iron and Wine are anything to sneeze at, but seriously: If you're going to make a sandwich with Welch and Sykes as bread, you don't need anything in the middle. But there are plenty of reasons to hang out for the whole day: Zee Avi is a cute, promising young musician, and Justin Townes Earle is definitely on the way up, too. As the kids used to say back in the frontier days of the internet, this lineup is made of win. PAUL CONSTANT

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Fucking in the Streets on the Vera Project fundraiser 'A Drink for the Kids':

If you are gonna feel the blues and inject your rock with a little rudimentary boogie, though, you could do a hell of a lot worse than Unnatural Helpers. The band is led by singer/drummer Dean Whitmore and features Brian Standeford (ex—Catheters, Tall Birds) on guitar and Kimberly Morrison (the Dutchess and the Duke) on bass; sometimes Charles Leo Gebhardt IV joins them as well, but not this night. The Helpers' brand of garage-y rock and roll is more straightforward than TLA's, but they steamroll ahead (and swagger side to side) with an energy that's as undeniably catchy as it is concise (most of their songs clock in at under two minutes). "This is about as close as we've come to playing an all-ages show," quipped Morrison between songs, and indeed, theirs is a sound that practically demands a little (preferably philanthropic) drinking for proper enjoyment. The band recently signed to the reliably awesome and always busy local label Hardly Art, so expect to be hearing plenty more from them in the future.

A Drink for the Kids continues this Thursday at Linda's, Friday at Solo Bar and the Funhouse, and culminates Saturday at Neumos with a show from Fleet Foxes' Robin Pecknold and Throw Me the Statue. recommended

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Read reviews of new singles from the Game, the Fiery Furnaces and more in It's a Hit:

"Lost at Sea"

by the Fiery Furnaces
(Thrill Jockey)

I'm Going Away, from which this is the track that won't let go, is the most immediate, song-oriented album they've made since 2003's Gallowsbird's Bark, but they haven't so much gone back to normal as reinvented themselves again, this time as something approaching a simple rock band. "Lost at Sea" is the simplest song, with the simplest chorus, but it won't stop nagging you: "Baby, I'm... maybe I'm not me."

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Data Breaker on Wisp:

New York's Wisp (Reid Dunn) headlines this month's event. He's been making strangely contoured waves in electronic music's IDM sector with his most recent full-length, The Shimmering Hour, on England's seminal Rephlex Records (he's also released on Sublight and Terminal Dusk). The Shimmering Hour sounds like an archetypal Rephlex effort; in fact, some thought Dunn was behind the Tuss, a once-mysterious Aphex Twin production that caused a stir in 2007.

On this disc, lustrous synths twinkle and swell with orchestral grandeur while manic rhythms skitter and splat in a manner familiar to anyone who's followed elite producers like Squarepusher, µ-Ziq, Plaid, and Richard D. James over the last 15 years. This is electronic music that bears the compositional complexity and integrity of jazz-fusion masters like Return to Forever and Weather Report, but it's leavened by a giddy spirit. Wisp's music proves that you can simultaneously stroke your chin and cut a rug, and not look too ridiculous in the process.

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My Philosophy on Grynch:

The hits just keep on coming. Blogland's favorite 206 MC, the (man who hates being called the) King of Ballard, Grynch, has blessed us all with his latest and greatest, the Chemistry EP. Just like that awesome Physics EP from last week, it's up for free download; hit www.getgrynch.com to get yours. Eight tracks deep, this record finds Young G nailing his formula, as laid out on the title track: "Good beats, good rhymes, good chemistry."

Okay, so it's a little deeper than that. For one, Grynch really put together a great palette of beats in which to find inspiration, with contributions from longtime collaborator Scenik, bicoastal Myx Music artists/producers Keelay & Zaire (cop that Ridin High), Red Bull Big Tune Philly contestant CsD (whose beat on the opener "Right Now" is an attention getter), as well as up-and-coming locals like DJ Nphared and Ill Pill. The biggest smash on here comes courtesy of the biggest name, New Jersey's celebrated slap-champ Illmind; the song in question, "A Dream Undeferred," captures the heart of go-forth perseverance rap, its verses detailing the MC's rise through the ranks.

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The Score on music from Final Fantasy, the video game:

Given the elasticity of Final Fantasy's music in practice, it may seem strange—and staid—for the Seattle Symphony to devote a weekend (Thurs July 9, 7:30 pm and Fri—Sat July 10—11, 8 pm, Benaroya Hall, $17—$85) to fixed, closed-form selections culled from 11 editions of Final Fantasy. The audience will watch images from the game on a giant video screen while the symphony and the Seattle Choral Company perform an evening-length suite, including the ominous "Liberi Fatali," "Fisherman's Horizon," and the game's opening theme. There's even a premium-priced meet 'n' greet afterward with the composer.

Nonetheless, this is a risky, almost experimental concert. In addition to plumping up the thin MIDI- and sample-based sounds of the game's score with a live orchestra, the symphony, by freezing the open-form Fantasy music, may enunciate something new out of the familiar.

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Underage on Seahouse's new record:

From their first, sloppy shows at the Old Fire House in 2007 to the first time they destroyed a party at now-defunct Central District DIY house the Ark, Issaquah's Seahouse have always been something very special, as evidenced by the unanimously stoked crowds that meet them everywhere they go. Their simple, lo-fi sing-alongs encompass all that it is to be a suburban teenager—but on their first full-length album, PNW, they elevate their poppy basement jams to full-on summer-soundtrack material. The inhuman beat of Nick Leumpert, flat-out the city's best young drummer, lays the groundwork for the band's grimy guitars and the blooming teenage lyrical prowess of vocalist and frontman Max Smith-Holmes. Whether being hopelessly lost in love, anticipating the end of school, or welling up with hometown pride, PNW is a raw and honest trip through Smith-Holmes's hang-ups and enthusiasms.

Party Crasher gets down with people turning 30! Also check out Poster of the Week! If you're having trouble getting your evening started off right, you can search our online calendar for more music, shows and DJs.

They Live! - "Whitney"

Posted by Eric Grandy on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 2:10 PM

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A new track from local hiphop cartoons They Live!, aka Dro Boy (Gatsby of Cancer Rising/the Stranger's Larry Mizzell Jr.) and Bruce Illest (DJ BlesOne). All conflict of interest aside, these guys are just tearing shit the fuck up right now. This track, "Whitney," comes from their forthcoming EP, They LA Soul, and it's a perfect intersection of cracked humor, iced-out, reverby production, and playfully aggro rapping. "I be smoking that Whitney/so come and get with me":

They Live! - "Whitney

They Live! play the Capitol Hill Block Party, Friday July 24th.

Alan Lee Keyes's History of Hiphop

Posted by Charles Mudede on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 1:53 PM

Here you will find this list: "The greatest hip-hop albums of each year for the past 25 years."
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Hollow Earth Radio: House of Streams

Posted by Trent Moorman on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 10:55 AM

ccbd/1247247497-hollowearthlogo2.jpgHollow Earth Radio is an online, streaming, DIY radio station based out of a Wallingford mothership house. They champion local and Northwest music with live house shows and in-home performances, and they feature indie / underground music from around the world. Hollow Earth Radio is interested in what they call the “human experience.” They want to know the stories behind the songs and musicians. They want connection of internet to souls. Hollow Earth also airs audio oddities such as found sound, field recordings, paranormal story-telling, and dream analysis. Hollow Earth broadcasts twenty-four hours a day seven days a week.

Co-founder / director Garrett Kelly broke down the station’s make up:

How does Hollow Earth Radio broadcast its signal online? What is the technology used?
Kelly: We broadcast from an iMac computer at our central station in a Wallingford attic. We use software for the Mac called Nicecast that costs $40, and while not free, it’s really easy to setup and use. Using Nicecast, we broadcast our 'signal' out to a Shoutcast Server that is hosted by Rockandrollhosting.com and that server handles all the bandwidth of multiple people connecting to the radio at once. When you tune in via iTunes, you're actually connecting to that Shoutcast server which is being fed the stream by our attic computer, The Mothership.

Another piece of the puzzle is the service called LoudCity.com, which is how we pay royalties. LoudCity has an interesting way of dealing with the DMCA (Digital Millennium Copyright Act) laws which basically say that royalty fees must be on a domain by domain basis. Instead of small broadcasters having to pony up a bunch of money in order to even get started, LoudCity has found a way to share the costs. Basically, they have a huge user base who all host their streams at the same website and each pay a small fraction of the bulk royalty rate. When you browse to the 'Listen' page of Hollow Earth Radio site you are technically on LoudCity.com but it looks fairly similar to the rest of the Hollow Earth site so most people would never know.

Walk us through your setup? Gear wise, what equipment do you run the station with?
We have the main iMac computer that is sadly in the shop right now after a hard drive failure. Right now, we're on a backup machine that someone donated. We have a small mixer next to the computer, a compressor, and a huge mic that Alex from 20/20 Cycles donated to us. He called it the 'Donkey Dick' mic. I saw Howard Stern using one. We also have two PC's tucked away in the corners for volunteers to upload new music and do behind the scenes stuff on. One of the PC's has also recently been setup to handle transfers of old reel to reel recordings - someone donated about a 1000 old reels to us and we're going through and digitizing them all.

What's the most embarrassing thing you've accidentally played on the air?
Eek. Maybe Rachel's drunk Georgetown / Capitol Hill Block Party interviews? Although, we didn't play those on accident. Sometimes DJ's don't realize they still have the mic on and you can hear what they are doing and talking about. But I like to listen a while before I tell the DJ’s they can still be heard.

Have you ever had a Canadian man on the air who claimed he was reptilian?
Sasha, Amber's sister, did in fact interview a man in Canada who said that he was a reptilian being, and he meant it. I was convinced of his reptilian-ness. Shannon Perry had a good show last weekend where she did two hours without playing any music - totally just winging it. She called up her friends and shot the shit. Forrest's Star Wars / Star Trek nerd show got simulcast by a terrestrial radio in New Jersey — very exciting!

How often does nudity occur during broadcasts?
I'm not so sure about this one, although one of our DJ's did have a first date while on air and we have the whole thing recorded. Amber and I went up to check on them and caught them kissing so we left them alone.

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Run us through the setup for your remote broadcasts.
This is something I'm really excited about. I wrote some scripts and instructions for people so that they can use this program called 'ssh' to login to our Mothership remotely via their terminal window. It's all like War Games and shit. Anyway, they can login and there are these scripts I wrote so that they can stop the main broadcast and fade out the music and then as that's happening, they can start the broadcast on their computer. If all goes right, people listening will have no idea that the broadcast just switched from our Wallingford headquarters to say, Billy Joe in Albaqueque, New Mexico (who DJ's on sundays'). We've done live remote broadcasting from What The Heckfest in Anacortes, Wa, Folklife at the Vera stage, various house shows, and events around Seattle. Just this weekend we setup a remote broadcast system at YMCA Camp Colman over in the South Sound so that they can broadcast their 'campfires' over the summer. We're hoping to have a few more substations set up around the Washington area so that we can get more diverse voices and small broadcasters all hooked in together and sharing the same Hollow Earth Radio infrastructure.

Campfires? Internet campfire broadcasts? Will you be close mic'ing s’mores? Ghost stories? Ghost stories scare the ever living shit out of me.
I think it's going to be mostly skits and singing. Our first test run was with the Camp Counselors doing their version of American Idol. It was out of control.

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Skeleton Witch, Saviours, Trap Them, and Black Breath @ Chop Suey

Posted by Jeff Kirby on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 9:31 AM

After Black Breath’s first song, somebody yells, “Bellingham Youth Crew!” at them, to which singer Neil McAdams responds, “Straightedge, fuck you!” This sentiment is not surprising, as Black Breath’s riffs seem to be held together by beer and pot smoke. I mean that in a good way. They are thrashy and punchy and sound faster and tighter every time I catch the band live. If you’ve ever been around Crybaby studios, chances are you’ve probably seen these dudes hanging around down there, and it shows that they spend so much of their lives in their practice space. They’ve been putting in years of hard work, and it would appear they’re right on the edge of breaking through to the next level. They just recorded a new record in Massachusetts with Converge guitarist Kurt Ballou, who is one of the best metal engineers alive, and they are talking to (but haven’t finalized a deal with) a prominent and exciting national metal label. Hard work pays off, these dudes are proof.

One example of how awesome Kurt Ballou can make a band sound is Trap Them, who, like the last few times they've been through town, are still totally pissed off about everything. They sound like Converge’s younger, angrier, less progressive brother who doesn’t have his shit together and probably never will. Their set was mostly cuts from their 2008 record Seizures in Barren Praise, which, unsurprisingly, is not getting any less brutal with time. I will continue to see this band every chance I get, they are never a disappointment.

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Saviours led off their set with this reminder: “There are bands that make a lot of money doing this, and we’re not one of them.” This is an unfortunate truth, because if the music world were a just and noble one Saviours would be making a mint off their songs. This band seems to perfectly understand how to balance melody and technical proficiency in a riff, creating metal that is at all times interesting and evocative. Their music is aggressive but never angry, wildly adventurous but never crossing the threshold into cheesy fantasy. They played several new songs and all of them were intricately constructed, galloping war cries - masterful metal from a band that seems to be getting better with every song they write.

And then Skeleton Witch came on. I can’t dog on these guys for their musicianship, they were more than up to snuff. But after the first three bands (as well as just in general) their shtick seemed so uninspired, so unoriginal. They rock the big spiky leather arm bands and do the more aggressive Iron Maiden thing, but unless you’re doing that in a new and interesting way I’ve been down that road too many times now to care. I appreciated that the singer seemed tongue-in-cheek about it, and the crowd was lapping it up, but after four songs it became clear that this band was a less fun version of Three Inches of Blood, so I went home content from an otherwise excellent bill.

Tonight in Music: Mudhoney, Wisp, Tears for Fears

Posted by Chris Govella on Fri, Jul 10, 2009 at 9:00 AM

In West Seattle, Über Alles:

West Seattle Summer Fest: Mudhoney, Mark Pickerel and His Praying Hands, more

(West Seattle Junction) This year, the West Seattle Summer Fest will celebrate its 27th year with two stages of music, hundreds of artists, food, an old-school video-game gallery, skate demos, a Rat City Rollergirls dunk tank, and more.

What makes West Seattle Summer Fest so great is that it really does feel like a neighborhood celebration.

"It's all about the community," says festival director Oliver Little. "Everything we plan is based on what West Seattle residents say they'd like to see. Our primary goal is to show off the neighborhood and get people out on the street together. Musicians and artists seem to dig this message and think of this as 'their' neighborhood festival. It's pretty incredible how many Seattle musicians live in the West Seattle area and are willing to play on the street."

In Data Breaker:

Bonkers!: Wisp, Relcad, the Naturebot vs. MC Anton Bomb, Dopelabs

(Re-bar) New York's Wisp (Reid Dunn) headlines this month's event. He's been making strangely contoured waves in electronic music's IDM sector with his most recent full-length, The Shimmering Hour, on England's seminal Rephlex Records (he's also released on Sublight and Terminal Dusk). The Shimmering Hour sounds like an archetypal Rephlex effort; in fact, some thought Dunn was behind the Tuss, a once-mysterious Aphex Twin production that caused a stir in 2007.

Also in Up & Coming:

Tears for Fears

(Chateau Ste. Michelle) Wrapping the primal-therapy indulgences of John Lennon's Plastic Ono Band in secretary-pleasing synth-pop tunes, Tears for Fears followed their wounded inner children to freakish international success in the '80s. From debut The Hurting to the Sybil-inspired Songs from the Big Chair to the stupidly eternal "the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had," Tears for Fears have comported themselves like a pair of Morrisseys with no sense of humor and endless therapy funds. Are Tears for Fears emo's unsung forefathers? Who knows, but it's only fitting they're playing the Chateau Ste. Michelle W(h)inery. DAVID SCHMADER

Schoolyard Heroes, the Pharmacy, the Whore Moans, Black Houses, Keg

(Vera) Since leaving Seattle for New Orleans last year, the charmingly messy psych-pop-punk band the Pharmacy have, as they usually do, gotten into some shenanigans (this is a band that has been arrested, broken down and stranded, and injured on tour multiple times). For example: Singer Scott Yoder is still recovering from hand surgery. "I severed the tendon in my pinkie while butchering swine at my job," he says. "I had surgery just a couple weeks ago to harvest tendon from my wrist. It was an eight-hour procedure!" Even so, the Pharmacy are not only ready to play a couple shows while in town, but they'll also be recording some new material with Calvin Havnaer of the Raggedy Anns. Cuff 'em, cut 'em, move 'em across the country—the Pharmacy will never stop. MEGAN SELING

Pterodactyl, Man Party

(Comet) Brooklyn's Pterodactyl (they must be like the 37th indie-rock band with that name, if maybe the first to break into mass subcultural consciousness) peddle a raucous version of the kind of noisy neo-psychedelia that has lately been made into big things by the likes of Animal Collective and, say, Yeasayer. Pterodactyl play guitars, bass, and drums, but they wring out of those standard instruments a loose-limbed, untethered racket that is far from ordinary; all four guys sing, but it's not folksy harmony as often as it is wildly overlapping, echoing outbursts. Nothing from their wide-ranging sophomore album, Worldwild, immediately lodges itself in my brain, but repeat listens are proving the album to be a subtly insistent suite of songs. ERIC GRANDY

The Tallboys, Slimpickins

(Tractor) I haven't heard the newest Tallboys album, but I can tell you this: The Tallboys are the best old-timey/bluegrass/square-dance band in all of Seattle. Maybe that proclamation doesn't mean as much in these post—O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack-madness days; maybe way back at the turn of the millennium, they'd get the respect they deserve from fickle scenesters. But even without the faddish followers, the Tallboys are one of the hardest-working bands in Seattle, and they consistently put on a great show. Every other band in town would kill to entertain as often and as skillfully as these guys. Watch and learn, and they'll show you how to hootenanny like there's no tomorrow. PAUL CONSTANT

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