Reverie (Now I'm Fine), Spekulation

(Lo-Fi) Ahamefule Oluo had one hell of a bad year (involving family, love, and disease), and to try to feel better, he did a lot of things he shouldn't have. It's over now, but in its honor comes Reverie (Now I'm Fine), an hour-long experimental pop opera to make its debut tonight with okanomodé (the musician responsible for lyrics and vocals) and the New Seattle Brass Ensemble (a group formed expressly for this piece). Oluo selected the musicians from the worlds of classical, jazz, and indie rock in Seattle, and he could do that because he's a gigging fool around this city—chances are you've heard him, too, just never knew his name. Finally, the sideman comes up front. With Spekulation. JEN GRAVES

PizzaFest: the Mean Jeans, White Mystery, Coconut Coolouts, Fungi Girls, Indian Wars, Meercaz, Diaper and the Shitbags

(Funhouse) Last year, it was in Chicago. This year, it's Seattle. As "Pizza" Pete Capponi, a co-organizer of this year's fest, tells it, "Our friend Brian Costello from Johnny and the Limelites says to Ruben [Mendez, co-­organizer of this year's PizzaFest] and me, with a mouth full of deep-dish, 'Yo, PizzaFest should be in Seattle next year...' and PRESTO!! PizzaFest 2010!" GRANT BRISSEY

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Shook Ones, Hostage Calm, Made Do and Mend, Power, Open Fire!, Sixes, Cool Runnings, Cowardice, Oblivion, Swinglow, Wreck

(Viaduct) Another one bites the dust. After three years of bringing all-ages shows to Tacoma, the Viaduct is shutting its doors this weekend. But before they say good-bye, they're throwing one hell of a farewell show with Shook Ones, Hostage Calm, Make Do and Mend, Open Fire!, and several others (see calendar below).

Even though the club's promoter, Brian Skiffington, says show attendance has been pretty steady, the numbers just weren't adding up for the venue. The club's five co-owners were often paying the bills out of their own pockets.

"To put it bluntly, Tacoma just wasn't ready for Viaduct," says Skiffington. "Somewhere between the location and being all-ages with no booze, it just became a bottomless pit."

This isn't the end of Tacoma's all-ages music scene, though. Skiffington says there are plans to open a new all-ages venue, with a better location in downtown Tacoma, which he'll be doing promotions for. It'll be run by Josh Brumley (one of the co-owners of the Viaduct) and Jeremy Bushnell (who has done sound at the club). But they're changing their approach a bit and hoping to have more success this time around. MEGAN SELING

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Hunting Parties: Dropdead, Brainoil, Agrimonia, Ironlung, Samothrace, Deathraid

(Neumos) This year's three-day long Hunting Parties festival (www.huntingparties.blogspot.com) looks more brutally diverse than ever. You've got doom (Samothrace), crust punk (Resist), death metal (Bone Sickness), and lots and lots of beer (but not for free, sucka). If you're not looking to make a whole weekend excursion of it, though, at least make it out to witness the wreckage of tonight's main event. If there were ever to be a Rolling Stones or Beatles of crust, Dropdead would certainly be in the running for the title. Since the mid-'90s, this poser-smashing Rhode Island d-beat crew's politically driven anthems have inspired countless crusties to sew their bold logo onto bum flaps and backpacks everywhere. Add to this the utter chaos of two-man power-violence freak show Iron Lung and you have a very loud, very frantic, must-see show. KEVIN DIERS

The New Pornographers, the Dodos, Imaad Wasif

(Showbox at the Market) A venerable indie-rock supergroup based out of Vancouver, BC, the New Pornographers can be thought of as the Avengers West Coast to Broken Social Scene's Avengers (only, you know, you'd have to call the character Captain North America). Coalescing around the fantastic foursome of singer-songwriters A. C. Newman, Neko Case, Kathryn Calder, and Dan Bejar (of Destroyer)—each respected solo artists in their own rights—when the New Pornographers come together, as on new album, uh, Together, the result is a brand of power pop (and its tangents) imbued with superheroic levels of catchiness, charm, and craft. Right from its opening run of songs, Together thankfully picks up some of the upbeat steam that last album Challengers lacked; this latest installment may not be their finest hour, but it's at the very least another day sweetly saved. ERIC GRANDY

Phosphorescent, J. Tillman, Grouplove

(Crocodile) Phosphorescent's 2009 album, To Willie, was a selection of Willie Nelson covers done up in a more countrified, full-band style than that of singer-songwriter Matthew Houck's previous albums of cracked, arid folk and ambient acoustic ramblings. Some of that sharper, twangier sound carries over onto Phosphorescent's new album of originals, Here's to Taking It Easy, on which Houck is backed by generous arrangements featuring piano, slide guitar, and even swinging brass. Still front and center, though, is Houck's whine and howl and heartsick lyrics about all the usual fare, love and loss, grasped with unusual acuity. If the instrumentals are, true to the title, taking it easy, Houck is taking it hard, as on the stunning album centerpiece "Mermaid Parade," with its wistful, angry reflections on romantic dissolution. ERIC GRANDY

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Silversun Pickups, Against Me!, the Henry Clay People

(Paramount) With their second major-label album, White Crosses, Against Me! address some of the criticisms they've received over the years, as they've morphed from a group of sloppy-but-passionate, basement-playing punk rockers into a slick pop- rock machine primed for arena-sized crowds. On the song "I Was a Teenage Anarchist," a kind of follow-up to Reinventing Axl Rose's "Baby, I'm an Anarchist," frontman Tom Gabel chalks those good ol' days up to naiveté and youth, asking, "Do you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?" Which translates to: "I no longer want to set the world on fire. I'm older now. Now, I want to play shitty rock songs that sound like Gaslight Anthem because, hey, it worked for them." I for one won't be joining Against Me! for this new era. MEGAN SELING

Ripynt, Luck-One Conscious, S-n-O, Steph

(High Dive) North End rider Ripynt (and onetime Seattle Weekly cover boy, under the headline "The Great White North") flows in crackly double-time like his favorite rappers, Cleveland's own kings of hair maintenance and Eazy-E protégés, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Rip spits, has heart to spare, and thankfully tends to avoid Bone's gothier, proto-Juggalo overtones (Ouija boards, spiritual crossroads, and stagecoaches). His best moments, though, are when he just slows the cadence down and sinks his teeth in (no Bill Compton). Luck-One Conscious is another Portland ex-pat hiphopper living and grinding in the 206 (like my partner djblesOne, Sportn' Life's "sex symbol" Spaceman, and the homey Ohmega Watts) with a dope EP under his belt and a recent turn on J.Pinder's terrific posse cut "Tougher" to bolster his rep. Expect to hear more of his focused rhyming, and soon. LARRY MIZELL JR.

And there's always more in our complete music calendar listings.