The Blakes

Not to be confused with The Blake Babies, Blake Lewis or even Blake Skidmore, Seattle's The Blakes make masterfully melodic power pop with enough alcoholic rough edges to satiate folks who bristle at the smoothness of bands like Phoenix and enough balls to transcend any passing resemblance to Pete Yorn. How to pin down a band like this? Big Star meets Gin Blossoms? The Beatles meet Cheap Trick? That enough references for you? They'll be at Cafe Bourbon Street, 2216 Summit St., with Hotel War and The Cur Dogs. It's $5, and doors open at 8 p.m.

Also, at the Newport, 1722 N. High St., is Our Lady Peace, who have a deservedly bad rep for their latter day material but did release at least one solid post-grunge entree entitled Happiness... Is Not a Fish That You Can Catch. I remember enjoying at least three songs on that album, despite the off-putting whiny tenor. That'll cost you $23 though. 7 p.m. doors, with opening sets from Company of Thieves and locals afortiori.

Also: Insane Clown Posse. Heh.