THE UNTEMPERED FEROCITY OF CODE ORANGE'S HARDCORE

(Vera) Hardcore kids have to grow up so quickly these days. A band’s rudimentary beginnings live on much longer in the internet age than in the home-dubbed demo cassette age. Perhaps that’s the reason that Pittsburgh’s malefic underage quartet Code Orange Kids dropped the “Kids” from their name for their new album, I Am King. Perhaps it felt necessary to enforce the notion that the band was growing up, and to create a distinction between the present and the past. But maturity can be a death knell for hardcore, and fortunately Code Orange haven’t tempered their ferocity as they’ve approached drinking age. Better production values? Sure. More sonic variations to their plan of attack? Absolutely. But I Am King is still every bit as mean and punishing as their 2010 demo that’s still floating around on the internet. BRIAN COOK
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PAYING TRIBUTE TO THE GREATEST ROCK BAND OF ALL TIME: THE DEE DEES AT THE RENDEZVOUS

(Rendezvous) A punk night for all kinds of punks! The Dee Dees are a tribute band comprising GG, Janie, Dou Dou, and Merky, with the collective last name Ramone, of course. Their website states, “The Dee Dees are not a girl band. They are not glittery. They are a tribute band covering the Ramones’ hits from the ’70s and beyond. The Dee Dees are dedicated to bringing back to life the power, speed, and sheer energy of the best rock and roll group of all time, the Ramones.” With Portland’s Bone Snatchers, who make Bettie-Page-bangs/bald-with-sideburns rockabilly, and Seattle’s anthemic-punk-makers the Lazy Animals featuring Larry Brady (guitar, vocals) and Lesli Wood (bass, vocals) of the Redwood Plan, plus Ben Hooker of Visqueen (drums). EMILY NOKES
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A SIT-DOWN-AND-THINK-FRIENDLY ALL-AGES SHOW AT HOLLOW EARTH

Songwriter Erica Freas’s harrowingly close ’n’ personal songs might not be what fans of her popular Olympia pop punk band RVIVR would expect. Armed with just an acoustic guitar and a lack of storytelling inhibition, Freas writes songs that are unapologetically real and does so in a disarmingly straightforward way. Your Heart Breaks will also, ahem, break your heart with charming fuzz-pop nuggets drenched in bedroom confessional sentimentality. Fortunately, YHB songwriter Clyde Petersen succeeds here, going feelings-core without getting saturated in overly sappy emo tropes. With New Orleans–based accordion-sporting ensemble Lonesome Leash’s meditative folk, this will be a sit-down-and-think-friendly show filled with nothing but positive energy at one of Seattle’s last-standing all-ages safe spaces. Hollow Earth Radio, 8 pm. BRITTNIE FULLER
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EPROM, AMERICA'S LAST GREAT DUBSTEP HOPE

Eprom has tracks titled “Twerkul8” and “Regis Chillbin,” but don’t write him off just yet. He’s still one of the more skillful cats in the dubstep game, keeping his textures inhumanly wicked when the mood strikes him (which is often). The 2013 album Halflife finds Eprom (San Francisco’s Alexander Dennis) exploring more subdued and subtle atmospheric realms, reveling in psychedelic down-tempo productions as well as his more familiar artful dubstep brutality. If my recommendation isn’t enough, you should heed the authoritative word of Seattle producer/DJ/label boss Chloe Harris, who ranks Eprom highly. With Kid Hops, Flarelight, and Penny Wide Pupils. Chop Suey, 9 pm, $15, 21+. DAVE SEGAL
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THE UNAPOLOGETIC PROM-ROCK OF THIRTY SECONDS TO MARS

(Gorge Amphitheatre) The strangest part of the 2014 Oscars wasn’t Matthew McConaughey’s speech about how he’s his own hero in the future, which was admittedly weird, but rather Jared Leto’s heartfelt gratitude to his brother for his undying devotion to their godawful pomp-rock outfit Thirty Seconds to Mars. To be an effective actor requires a certain amount of discretion, cunning, and quiet grace, which Leto can conjure if the script demands it; Thirty Seconds to Mars showcase none of these traits. It’s angsty music for an angst-less demographic, heartfelt bullshit from a Hollywood hunk played with a degree of unabashed sincerity that’s frankly insulting, coming from those tight jeans and that mall-rat perm. Oh, and Linkin Park will be there, as well. If you’re an entitled white guy who hates his parents for no reason, or that guy’s girlfriend, these bros have got you covered. KYLE FLECK
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