When: Thu., Sept. 3, 8 p.m. 2015
If you dig the shameless catchiness, gratuitous key changes, and windblown grandiosity of power metal but can’t countenance spotless-model-kitchen studio production, lyrics about dragons, and dudes with falsettos like dentist’s drills, then boy do you ever need to know about Christian Mistress. On their imminent third full-length, To Your Death (Relapse), this rambunctiously retro Portland five-piece (recently relocated to Oregon from Olympia, Washington) play galloping, stomping hard rock that’s basically the musical equivalent of an elaborately airbrushed and pinstriped custom van—except the van hasn’t been washed since the Clinton administration, and the upholstery smells terrible. The band’s no-nonsense blue-collar approach, which borrows lovingly from the indomitable party-time swagger and strut of Thin Lizzy and early Iron Maiden, makes the album’s aerobatic guitar solos, gloriously corny triumphalism, and over-the-top twin-lead flourishes even more charming. Front woman Christine Davis sells the tunes with a soulful contralto whose smoky rasp every so often erupts in a fire-alarm quaver—she’s a badass belter who sounds like she spends more time in biker bars than in witches’ circles. With Chris Black’s High Spirits sharing the bill, this could easily be the good-times metal show of the season.
Price: $11, $8 in advance