The Flaming Lips, Wild Ones
2126 SW Halsey St., Troutdale
[EVIL FRIENDS] When the Flaming Lips dosed the mainstream circa The Soft Bulletin in 1999, the general public must've assumed it'd be nothing but confetti cannons and giant hamster balls and Technicolor dream pop from then on out. But long before Yoshimi and even "She Don't Use Jelly," Wayne Coyne and his merry band of miscreants were terrorizing their native Oklahoma with bad-trip acid rock too freaky even for the underground, and it was only a matter of time before they started having flashbacks. The monochrome krautwerk grooves of 2009's Embryonic seemed like the band deliberately taking a detour into darkness after the relative failure of At War With the Mystics. But this year's The Terror finds the Lips retreating even further from the light, with an album of brooding, depressive anger and a sonic aesthetic that is sometimes downright frightening.
Where: McMenamin's Edgefield
Address: 2126 SW Halsey St., Troutdale