Thursday, April 17

Look who’s back: It’s Red Hot Chili Peppers’ simultaneously more- and less-mature slap-bass brethren, Faith No More, fronted by He-of-a-Godzillion-Other-Bands-and-Also-the-Greatest-Vocal-Range-in-Rock: Mike Patton. This should rule. Hey, did y’all know that the goldfish flopping on the floor at the end of the “Epic” music video was a gift to the band’s keyboardist from Bjork? Berserk-hop act Christeene opens with the first of its two shows this evening. Think of the visual aesthetic of Marilyn Manson circa Smells Like Children—complete with the smeared lipstick, the skimpy outfits consisting primarily of torn panty hose, and the crazy contact lenses. Now mush that into a suicide slushy with erotic, messy dance rap. These two should be quite the pairing—a generational passing of the sacrilege-shock-rock torch, if you will. The Paramount, 911 Pine St., 682-1414, stgpresents.org. 7 p.m. $41.25 adv./$46.25 DOS. All ages. WARREN LANGFORD

Irony is still in, right? If that’s your shtick, then The Royal Room’s Third Eye Blind Tribute is the place to be. The very-’90s rock band’s self-titled debut album will be performed in its entirety by the house band, fronted by various Seattle vocalists. Of note are TJ Grant, whose singing drips with “RAW EMOTION”; alt-country rocker Nick Foster; and “earnest songwriter” Jazmarae Beebe. Make a drinking game out of it: Take a shot every time someone says, “Wait, they’re not the ones who sing ‘It’s Been Awhile’?” The Royal Room, 5000 Rainier Ave. S., 906-9920, theroyalroomseattle.com. 9 p.m. Donation. 21 and over. DIANA M. LE

Look at Christeene, clocking in a double tonight—headlining this show after opening for Faith No More at the Paramount (see above for the skinny on Christeene). But what I’m most jazzercized about for this show is the elusive Crypts. Last time I saw the local group, it was also at Chop Suey, where the band most triumphantly goth-industrial’d the dickens out of a friend’s wedding reception (at the request of the bride and groom, because my friends are cool). Singer Steve Snere (These Arms are Snakes/Kill Sadie) will almost certainly climb on top of something, manically swing around a strobe light, or, you know, roughhouse. These dudes seem to play only quarterly, so get down on it while you can. With Sashay, DJ Mister Sister. Chop Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., 324-8005, chopsuey.com. 
8 p.m. $13 adv/$15 DOS. 21 and up. WL

Friday, April 18

Olympia’s Nudity is a rocking oddity. Its sound is a strange but perfect combination of those of other well-loved bands: Judas Priest, Saxon, Devo, and Girlschool. This is probably due to Nudity’s eclectic makeup of members of other local bands: Hysterics, The Need, Sex/Vid, Broken Water, etc. Its new album, Astronomicon—which, first of all, is an amazing name for a record—was just released last week. These lords and ladies can seriously rock and/or roll. With Once and Future Band. Rendezvous, 2322 Second Ave., 441-5823, jewelbox
theater.com. 9 p.m. $8 adv. 21 and over. DML

Kind of Like Spitting was the first emo band I saw who I felt fully utilized the stem word from which the genre drew its name. It was around 2000, and my band opened. Singer/guitarist Ben Barnett shushed the chatty audience when we played a quieter song—a sweetheart maneuver that earned them a place in my heart before I’d even heard a note of their music. The album the band was touring on at the time was Nothing Makes Sense Without It, and, whoa nelly, is it EMO. The songs embody all your most brutal adolescent tragedies. Barnett basically scream-cries, but as terrible as that sounds, it comes off more like a courageous display of vulnerability than whining—as though he’s put his heart on a table in front of a ravenous pack of high-school bullies and ex-girlfriends. The result is a record that to this day consistently produces a lump in my throat from start to finish. Kind of Like Spitting broke up in 2006, reunited four years ago, and then, I’m ashamed to say, I lost track of them. Now is as good a time as any to catch up, especially within the intimate, cozy confines of Barboza. I’ll be the guy quietly sobbing in the corner. With Lee Corey Oswald. Barboza, 925 
E. Pike St., 709-9442, thebarboza.com. 7 p.m. $10. 
21 and over. WL

Saturday, April 19

Seattle’s Great Falls gets up in your grill with its “noise/metal/fuck”-ness. Accidents Grotesque is the band’s first record since the duo of Demian Johnston and Shane Mehling were joined by Phil Petrocelli and became Great Falls. The album, recorded by Jeffery McNulty at the Vera Project, certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste, and may rub some the wrong way. But the band has carved its space in the city’s metal scene and enjoys a nice following. Come to this special third-anniversary show for the local metal/heavy-music zine Seattle Passive Aggressive if your want your face melted off. With Theories, Tacos!, Old Iron. Chop Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., 324-8005, chop
suey.com. 3 p.m. $5. 21 and over. DML

Dream team Snoop Dogg and Pharrell are in the crib. Pharrell is producing Snoop’s entire new album, Bush, as in bushes of kush. It’s due out May 12, and judging by their past collaborations on “Beautiful” and “Drop It Like It’s Hot,” anything the two do together will be ~*~magic~*~. Snoop is also, like, a huge movie star now. This holiday, I suggest Netflixing Mac & Devin Go to High School, a so-bad-it’s-good buddy stoner flick starring Snoop Dogg as a 15th-year high-school senior and Wiz Khalifa as the li’l nerd who has to help him graduate. A 4/20 mixtape 4 U: “Stoner’s Anthem” by Snoop Dogg x15. With G-Eazy, Ty Dolla $ign, E-40. WaMu Theater, 800 Occidental Ave. S., 628-0888, wamu
theater
seattle.com. 7 p.m. $50+ adv./$60+ DOS. All ages. DML

Sunday, April 20

The ’90s band Sleep is known lovingly as the biggest stoner-metal band ever. It seems to derive great mystical power from The Cannabis. After being signed to London Records (the Rolling Stones’ label) and blowing the advance on weed, Sleep began working on its monsterpiece: one 52-minute song, “Jerusalem,” that was finally released as the modern-day metal classic Dopesmoker. The band members claim that they would go into a state of hypnosis while playing the song. Many Sleep fans also claim that the band induces hypnotic states in themselves. Or that could just be all the pot. With Bell Witch. The Showbox, 1426 First Ave., 628-3151, showbox
presents.com. 9 p.m. SOLD OUT. 21 and over. DML

Pitchfork describes Colleen Green’s sound/aesthetic as “stoner bubblegum,” and they’re not wrong. The 30-year-old’s latest record, I Want to Grow Up, screams 30, flirty, and not thriving. It tackles tuff stuff like being an actual Lost Girl and the anxieties of navigating adulthood, all delivered in her signature pretty packaging. She’s also known for sending out good stoner vibes on Twitter (@colleengreen420): “Weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed weed fuck you.” With Upset, Chastity Belt, Listen Lady. Black Lodge. 9 p.m. Ask a punk for directions. DML

If you haven’t already made plans to see Snoop Dogg, Sleep, or Colleen Green in celebration of 4/20, let me heartily suggest you get your baked ass down to Northwest Film Forum to watch one of the best new bands in town,

Newaxeyes, perform a live score to a screening of the sci-fi horror classic Alien. I can’t think of a band more perfectly suited to soundtrack phallic, fetal extraterrestrials erupting from the chests of their human hosts than Newaxeyes, whose menacing, mournful techno-dread already sounds as if it was written aboard a doomed spacecraft. Northwest Film Forum, 1515 12th Ave., 329-2629, nwfilmforum.org. 8 p.m. $15. All ages. KELTON SEARS

Tuesday, April 21

Surrender to the phantom, semi-saccharine aural fluid of Navvi. Seriously, get thee to Sunset and let this engulf your very being, because Seattle electro-pop doesn’t get any smoother. Subdued yet spastic beats punctuate the band’s tidal synths, all of which perfectly complement the meandering, ethereal tones of singer Kristen Henry. The tunes have no real hooks to speak of, just flow—a sultry synthesized river of consciousness. This is some clear your mind, close your eyes, sway side to side, and bliss out tuneage. With MRCH and Cold Water Theater, Ballard’s own Jigsaw Puzzle Glue rounds out the line up. The sibling rug-shredders announced via Facebook that this is their last show as a duo, so that’s one more reason to get the folk out to Ballard for it. Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Ave. N.W., 784-4880, sunset
tavern.com. 8 p.m. $8. 21 and up. WL