Hoquiam, Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden, Debonair
Last month, in the Anne Bonny's tiny elevated loft, folks gathered
around two siblings as they prepared to play their first live show
together. The band, dubbed Hoquiam, was comprised of longtime local
favorite, Damien Jurado and his younger brother Drake. "Hoquiam was
originally started because I needed an outlet for the less
conventional songs I was writing," says the elder Jurado of his new
project. "It differs in that it is less polished and more abstract."
The dynamic between the two made for a captivating scene. Drake manned
the keyboard, midnight black sunglasses shielding his eyes, and
mumbled barely audible jokes beneath his breath between songs while
Damien, cradled the acoustic and shuffled through newly written
lyrics, his characteristic cracked leather vocals blending together
seamlessly with his brother's. The songs, inspired by the years the
boys lived in Grays Harbor, Washington roll out like an eerie fog of
memories, moments culled from the past and spread thin across grey
ocean waters. With Kate Tucket & the Sons of Sweden, Debonair. Nectar
Lounge, 412 N. 36th St., 632-2020. 8 p.m. $7. AJA PECKNOLD
Marty Wilson-Piper, the Mood Maidens, the Transmissionary Six
For the better part of Marty Willson-Piper's half-century on earth (he
celebrates his 50th birthday the day before this gig), the
singer-guitarist has been most closely associated with the Church.
Though that Australian band is largely known in the U.S. as a one-hit
"college rock" wonder for 1988's "Under the Milky Way," the quartet
has issued a slew of excellent albums since, particularly 2006's
Uninvited, Like the Clouds, which always benefit greatly from
Willson-Piper's superlative melodic sense and rich, atmospheric guitar
textures. Over the years, he's been a part of many a collaboration or
side projecthis resume includes stints with Cinerama, All About Eve,
and the Saintsand he's dropped a half-dozen quality albums under his
own name since 1987. His latest, Nightjar, is elegant and dreamy, with
hints of darkness and drama. A Church gem or two would certainly be
welcome tonight, but Willson-Piper's solo work stands quite well on
its own. With the Mood Maidens and the Transmissionary Six. Tractor
Tavern, 5213 Ballard Ave. N.W., 789-3599. 8 p.m. $15. MICHAEL ALAN
GOLDBERG
Thor, the Blue Ticks, Skelator
At his physical prime, Jon Mikl Thor made Henry Rollins and Glenn
Danzig look like pencil-necked geeks. A former Mr. America, Thor bent
steel bars with his teeth and broke bricks over his chest during his
concerts. Not only did late-'70s-era Thor resemble the muscular title
star of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but also his catchy glam-metal
songs recalled that movie's seminal soundtrack. His career-spanning
DVD An-Thor-logy matches Spinal Tap laugh-for-laugh, despite the
handicap of being completely true. His cover of Sweet's "Action" on
The Merv Griffin Show in 1976, during which he strips away his glitzy
costume, inflates a hot water bottle until it bursts and bewilders the
house musicians from the Watermelon Mountain Jug Band, ranks among the
most surreal appearances in talk-show history. Thor still delivers
plenty of flash during his live sets, but these days he concentrates
more on elaborate costumes than feats of strength. 2008's Into the
Noise, a hard-rock concept album that sees Thor battling an evil twin
and facing "The Sound King," proves he hasn't exhausted his arsenal of
awesome song topics. With the Blue Ticks and Skelator. King Cobra, 916
E. Pike St., 8 p.m. ANDREW MILLER
Broken Disco 2.2 Gone Fishin' with Mochipet, Lusine, Codebase, Recess, Dr. Mr. M'Chateau, the Googly, Jake J., visuals by KIlling Frenzy
As Mochipet, Daly City, Cali's David Y. Wang is a man who wears a
purple dinosaur costume on stage, and cranks out his experimental
dance music with undeniable passion. Having worked with artists like
Spank Rock and Ellen Allien, he's now releasing an album of highly
uncategorizable-but-let's-call-it-hip-hop on his own label. And
tonight he's joining local artist Lusine, crafter of gorgeous ambient
glitch, for Broken Disco's farewell-til-fall soiree. Starting as a
collaboration between four ambitious promoters last April, the
consistently banging party has never been afraid of odd lineups,
opening minds in the process of loosening limbs. Take it from a
temporary Central European resident who's tired of hearing Haddaway
passed off as techno in the clubs: not every major city has such an
exacting finger on dance music's pulse. Seattle's scene is one to be
treasured. Whoop it up, and support BD-associated productions until
their summer siesta is over. With Mochipet, Lusine, Codebase, Recess,
Dr. Mr. M'Chateau, the Googly Jake J. visuals by Killing Frenzy. Chop
Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., 324-8000. 9 p.m. $10 adv./$12. 9 p.m. $10
adv./$12. RACHEL SHIMP
$10 adv./$12. Fri., May 9, 9:00pm
NOFX, No Use for a Name, American Steel
Don't go looking for NOFX to slow down or change things up now that
they're marking 25 years as a band, and its members have all said
hello to 40. The music? Still loud, fast, crunchy, careening, melodic,
Cali-style punk-rock. The humor? Still self-deprecating to the hilt:
Frontman "Fat Mike" (a.k.a. Michael Burkett) continues to embrace his
given nickname despite never having been that fat, and the quartet
titled its latest disc They've Actually Gotten Worse Live! The
attitude? Still snotty and defiantly anti-establishment: Fat Mike
started both Punkvoter.com and the Rock Against Bush movement; and
NOFX: Backstage Passporta current docu-series on Fuse, which shows
the band getting into dicey situations while performing in Peru,
Turkey, Korea, and elsewherecame about because, as Fat Mike put it,
"Playing the U.S. isn't as dangerous as it used to be. It's all about
corporate rock, and it sucks." I'm guessing Seattle won't provide the
danger he so desperately craves tonight, but hey, you never know
With
No Use for a Name and American Steel. Showbox SODO, 1700 First Ave.
S., 382-7877. 8:30 p.m. $20 adv./$22. All ages. MICHAEL ALAN GOLDBERG
$20 adv./$22. Sat., May 10, 8:30pm
The Bottle Rockets, Massy Ferguson (CD release)
During the Bottle Rockets' 2006 album Zoysia, Brian Henneman sang his
heart was "better than broken, not as good as new." The same goes for
the Rockets, who are celebrating their fifteenth anniversary with only
two founding members (Henneman and drummer Mark Ortmann) intact.
Throughout the personnel changes and a disastrous major-label
dalliance in the mid-'90s (similar to what alt-country peers Richard
Buckner and Robbie Fulks endured), the Festus, Missouri-band has
maintained a remarkably high level of quality, pairing crackling
twang-rock guitars with wearily resilient vocals. Some out-of-towners
might make the trip for this gig, one of just fifteen shows on the
Rockets' anniversary itinerary. ("Fifteen years into this
relationship, we think it's your turn to do some of the drivin'," the
band deadpans on its Web site.) These concert tourists can get their
first glimpse at Seattle's gritty roots-rockers Massy Ferguson, who
are adding to the bill's celebratory atmosphere by seizing this
occasion to unveil their new EP The Ride. With Massy Ferguson (CD
release). Tractor Tavern, 5213 Ballard Ave. N.W., 789-3599. 9:30 p.m.
$15. ANDREW MILLER
$15. Sat., May 10, 9:30pm
Trannyshack Seattle hosted by Heklina & Ursula Android, DJ Baby J
In last year's Seattle TrannyShack preview I let you in on a few
"always" for the first time T-Shacker.(Always abide by a queen's
alias, a friend in drag always looks fabulous (even at four a.m.), and
always reward their efforts in ferocity with many, many drinks). And
you must have complied, because this year's event, hostessed by SF's
Heklina and our own Ursula Android, two goddesses so majestically
drag-rific they should have honorary verses of "Walk on the Wild Side"
bestowed upon on them, is going to be even more insane.(Saturday night
at Neumo's?! Holla' Bitches!). What these minxes have in store is
anyone's guess, but hold on to your knickers, 'cause here are a few of
Ms. Heklina's current "interests"(via Myspace): drag, rock 'n roll,
theater, rimming, fine restaurants, serial killers (especially the
Manson Girls) and Liquid Sky. That, kids, is one party recipe! With DJ
Baby D. Neumo's, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467. 9:30 p.m. $10. MA'CHELL
DUMA LAVASSAR
$10. Sat., May 10, 9:30pm
The Dirtbombs, Dan Sartain, Terrible Twos
Detroit's Dirtbombs are back with their first full-length in five
years. That's big news for Mick Collins fans; they're more obsessed
than a wolverine devouring a pack of rancid pork chops. Of course, the
guy sounds a little older, a little less aggro these days. We Have You
Surrounded, the band's latest, trades the sandpaper punk-soul of High
Octane Salvation-era Dirtbombs for more of a quirky indie
funk/disco-wave aesthetic. On tracks like "Sherlock Holmes" and "La
Fin Du Monde" (great beer), Collins and his buddies rely more on mood
and atmosphere than sweaty groove research. It's a pretty nifty album
overall, although it's not nearly as mind blowing as his work with the
Gories. But hey, how many classic records can one man produce? With
Dan Sartain and Terrible Twos. Neumo's, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467. 8
p.m. $12 adv. JUSTIN F. FARRAR
$12 adv. Tue., May 13, 8:00pm