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Hip hop showcase the Corner is happening at the Jewelbox again tonight, and they've got a great line-up this month: Onry Ozzborn & the Gigantics, Avatar, Speedy, Thee Satisfaction and DJ Swervewon. As always, that's at 10:30 p.m. and costs$5.
Hoquiam, Loyalty is Blue, Bryan John Appleby at Q Cafe, 7:30 p.m., $6, all ages
Together with his lanky younger brother Drake, Damien Jurado uses Hoquiam to create songs inspired by his and Drake's coastal Washington upbringing. Like Mark Lanegan, Damien has a voice that is reflective of our vast, gloomy Northwest corner--his natural vocals sound like they are being echoed back the hollow-body of an acoustic guitar. This haunting tone is fitting for the Hoquiam numbers, which tend to be darker and more impressionistic, thanks in no small part to Drake's gray, minimal washes of keyboard (not to mention the fact that he spends his time on stage unsmiling and hiding creepily behind sunglasses). Having recently signed to Secretly Canadian, this intimate all-ages show will make for a nice see-them-before-everyone-else-does experience. BRIAN J. BARR
At Artopia, all kinds of bands will be playing; you can check out our guide and complete line-up right here. Plus, the grand opening of the Seattle Drum School's Slab is happening at 7 p.m. at their location in
The Coathangers, These Arms Are Snakes, the Whore Moans at the Comet Tavern, 9 p.m., $8
If there was ever a desperate need for a band like Atlanta band the Coathangers, a fierce foursome of punk rock women who can shriek, "I'm gonna break your fuckin' face!" and make the biggest beefcake in the place run for cover, it's now.
Sleater-Kinney broke up. The Donnas...um, no. And while Beth Ditto is out there fighting the good fight for rubenesque women everywhere, she's become as much of a sex symbol as her emaciated foes. It's gotten so bad that Ditto's persona--and the Beth Ditto doll, a miniskirt-wearing thing with make-up painted on her little plastic face like 2-D cake frosting--is getting more attention than the Gossip. In new girl groups, you've got bands like Von Iva and the Veronicas, who've built their success on Suicide Girl looks and a performance style that borders on exhibitionism. But bands like the Coathangers, who recently dropped their sophomore album, Scramble, on local label Suicide Squeeze Records, spit in the eye of all that fluff. They may wear wigs onstage, but they aren't trying to be sexpots. They may channel Bikini Kill, but they're not trying to further a cause (provocative band name aside). They're trying to get attention for their badass music. Music that proves you don't need to be a sex symbol or a feminist icon to get somewhere as a female musician. SARA BRICKNER
Sunset Rubdown, Witchies, Elfin Saddle at Chop Suey, 8 p.m., $13
It's tempting to call Sunset Rubdown the "side project" of Wolf Parade singer/multi-instrumentalist Spencer Krug (also of Frog Eyes and Swan Lake), but that would imply it's not as important a gig to Krug, or as well-known as his primary outfit, and neither is correct. Begun as a solo project in 2005, Sunset Rubdown has expanded to a quintet, and has just released Dragonslayer, its fourth acclaimed full-length of zig-zagging, proggy indie-rock (the band also has two EPs to its name). Craggy guitars, psychedelic organ grooves, New Wave-y vocal yelps, skittering rhythms, background female coos, and bursts of joyous noise all play a role in Krug's epic, engaging jams, and his desperately sung lyrics are among the most fascinating, and inscrutable, in all of indie-rockdom: "See the sirens and the lizards lick their tongues behind the stage/See the actor keep a ritual to keep them all at bay/He would like to come home naked without war paint on his face/And appear before you, virgin white if virgins are still chaste." MICHAEL ALAN GOLDBERG
Junior Brown at the Tractor, 8 p.m., $25
It's been nearly four years since Junior Brown's last album, Live at the Continental Club: The Austin Experience. That's a long time. Then again, Brown has never been a fan of the studio. The guitarist has released just nine albums since 1974. A genuine virtuoso, Brown prefers jamming, gigging, practicing, touring, etc. Playing a hybrid electric guitar and lap steel called a guit-steel, Brown is one of roots rock's most gifted pickers. Of course, a lot of folks can't get over that novel-looking axe, but that's just the gift wrapping. When you get some extra time, track down an instrumental by the name of "Sugarfoot Rag." This is Brown at his most intense. He sounds like Clarence White, Jr., as he fuses James Burton and Jimi Hendrix. No lie. JUSTIN F. FARRAR
Spindrift, Black Nite Crash, Levator at Chop Suey, 8 p.m., $6
If geographical locales could have house bands, Los Angeles' Spindrift would be a prime candidate to provide a perpetual soundtrack for Death Valley. Originally conceived as a more low-key trio 17 years ago, while frontman Kirpatrick Thomas was living in Delaware, he eventually migrated to L.A. and nurtured his lysergic, Wild West-embracing vision into a sprawling seven-piece featuring players from Brian Jonestown Massacre and Psychic TV. Those heady ingredients synthesize into an excellent recipe for feeding Ennio Morricone aficionados and fans of dark, narcotic drone a la the Black Angels. It's also hardly a novelty act; Thomas is a complete artist who has also started to expand to include filmmaking. His neo-spaghetti western, The Legend of God's Gun, was shown at the Cannes Film Festival last summer. HANNAH LEVIN