Plan B, Eliza Doolittle

(Chop Suey) Plan B began as a hard-knock rapper who came up through England's grime scene (his tight, tense DJ Wonder—produced track "Cap Back" appears on the Run the Road comp) and dropped a vibrant, eloquent debut album in 2006, Who Needs Actions When You Got Words. On his 2010 album, The Defamation of Strickland Banks, he morphed into a slick singer/rapper who comes across like a UK version of Mayer Hawthorne and Eminem. Plan B's soul/hiphop fusions are nothing new, but they're executed with panache and the sort of professionalism that deftly eludes schmaltziness. With Eliza Doolittle. Chop Suey, 8 pm, $12 adv/$14 DOS, 21+. DAVE SEGAL

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Brilliant Colors - "You Win" by Tough Love

Brilliant Colors, M. Women, Gun Outfit

(Cairo) Brilliant Colors are Slumberland signees who hail from the same talent-rich Bay Area circle as Nodzzz, Grass Widow, and others. Their take on late-20th-century Anglo pop is brutal and stuffed with high-volume crackle—imagine angelic melodies taken out back and roughed up a little before being loosed on a crowd. Brilliant Colors' amps will swell and sigh with distorted decibels, and you'll find yourself singing along, blithe and adrenalized. Also: Gun Outfit are already back in town! Righteous! Cairo, 8 pm, $5. JASON BAXTER

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Medicine by starfucker_usa

Starfucker, Champagne Champagne, Land of Pines

(Vera) In Sergio Leone's celebrated spaghetti-western trilogy with Clint Eastwood, the grizzled protagonist—ostensibly the same character in all three films—is known by a separate sobriquet in each. Portland groovester par excellence Joshua Hodges has Eastwood beat by a mile. Hodges (and friends) have collectively been known as Starfucker, PYRAMID, Pyramiddd, and are now back to calling themselves Starfucker, or STRFKR. What the band lacks in titular consistency it makes up for in immensely satisfying, energetic electronic music. They expect this show to sell out, so I'd hustle if you want in on the fun. Vera Project, 7:30 pm, $14/$13 with club card. JASON BAXTER

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Rumba Estéreo by Bomba Estéreo

Bomba Estéreo

(Tractor) Straight out of the streets of Bogotá, Colombia, a band known as Bomba Estéreo have an electro-dance, tropical cumbia-rock sound. They infuse 1980s synth-based molds with traditional Colombian music. Singer Liliana Saumet chant-raps in South American tones that are pinched from the back of her throat. You see her and think Molly Ringwald or a young Madonna in her New York heyday. But you hear her and think Andean matriarch of the rainforest guava, a charmer of pythons. Bomba Estéreo flair out dance-floor tempos that nod with dub and reggae. Live guitar and bass are paired with digitally based tracks and traditional Colombian drumming. Bomba Estéreo founder Simón Mejía spoke from Chile, where they had just played Lollapalooza. TRENT MOORMAN

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Floor, Totimoshi, Norska

(Funhouse) For touring musicians of the Northwest, Florida sucks. It's the nadir, the lowest point. Florida is where you're farthest away from home, stuck in swamps and sea-level humidity. Plus, just look at it. It dangles there limply off a corner of the continent. It's fitting, then, that Floor, bearing a name synonymous with another lowest point, hailed from Miami. Composed of two guitar players with amps cranked to 10 and a drummer hell-bent on breaking drumheads with every beat, Floor spent 12 tumultuous years belting out a hybrid of Melvins' slothlike stride and Karp's three-chord basement pummel. Their signature trick—the bomb string—was based on a fluke: Vocalist/guitarist Steve Brooks broke a guitar string midsong and liked the way the slack made the note so low that it registered only as an amp-rattling, earthquake-sized rumble. Sonically, there was no going any lower, but after powering through a dozen years of lineup changes, sparsely attended DIY shows, bad luck, and finally the death of a loved one, Floor could no longer handle the lows and called it quits in 2004. BRIAN COOK

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The Cave Singers - "Swim Club" by crawdaddy

The Cave Singers, the Young Evils

(Showbox at the Market) A few months back, we gave the new Cave Singers record, No Witch, to a bunch of dilettantes in the office. The idea was to get some nonmusic writers' opinions on the thing. Unfortunately, most of them returned with a bunch of uninformed claptrap (sorry, dudes!). Dave Segal and Megan Seling were pretty much the only ones who got it right. In truth, the record is quite a nice set of murky, countrified rock songs, and while it might not be the band's best work, it's far from bad. Go find out for yourself. GRANT BRISSEY

Rod Stewart, Stevie Nicks

(KeyArena) This coheadlined tour is called "Heart & Soul," but only because "Rasping to Infinity" wouldn't look as stately on a Ticketmaster stub. The world has watched Stevie Nicks grow from a young woman in a shawl to an old woman in a shawl, with a good portion of us remaining forever susceptible to her gauzy pop sorcery. The world has watched Rod Stewart grow from a cocky young singer-songwriter to the world's most insistent cover artist, with a good portion of us ignoring his existence as he embarked on a five-volumes-and-counting pillaging of the Great American Songbook. (Ella Fitzgerald is rolling legless in her grave—but I bet the songwriters' families appreciate the royalties.) Tonight, the raspy blond bombshells share the stage—Stevie first, Rod second, happy nostalgia throughout. DAVID SCHMADER

Ian Moore & The Lossy Coils :: Birds Of Prey by AICEntertainment

Ian Moore and the Lossy Coils, Kasey Anderson

(Sunset) Not all shape-shifters are tricksters, and Ian Moore is one of the best shape-shifters out there. After starting his musical career as an Austin-based guitar-slinger, he reinvented himself as a soul-stirring Vashon troubadour. Now he's back to basics—a rocking power trio with Oranger/Posies bassist Matt Harris that returns the guitar firepower without sacrificing the soaring, heartbroken intelligence of "Luminaria." If you need your favorite artists to keep making the same album over and over, Moore will piss you off. Repeatedly. If you enjoy watching artists evolve and explore their creativity, hop on the train. But by all means, get your butt down to the Sunset—it's rare that all three band members perform together in the Northwest, and they kick some serious ass. BARBARA MITCHELL

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