SMOKEY ROBINSON, OREGON SYMPHONY
(Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway) See My, What a Busy Week!

URAL THOMAS AND THE PAIN, NICK WATERHOUSE, NEWROTICS
(Rontoms, 600 E Burnside) Whatever you and your sweetheart have scheduled tonight—dinner, movie, cutting out little paper hearts—you'd be well advised to change your plans immediately. Portland's hottest soul band, Ural Thomas and the Pain, joins forces with Los Angeles soul man Nick Waterhouse for a special Valentine's Day show at Portland's sexiest bar. The band is scheduled to release their Waterhouse-produced debut album later this year, and it's certain to bring them much-deserved national exposure. It also means there will not be many more opportunities to catch them at sexy little places like Rontoms. It's pleasurable enough when Mr. Thomas and company hit the stage, but adding Nick Waterhouse's creamy vocals to the mix is damn near sinful. Mark my words: somebody's gonna get laid tonight. SANTI ELIJAH HOLLEY

BRONCHO, PSYCHOMAGIC, DAISY DEATH
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Broncho's 2011 album Can't Get Past the Lips was a free-wheeling, freakishly catchy garage-pop-punk record. So it was discouraging to read middling reviews of last year's Just Enough Hip to be Woman, which said the band's follow-up lacked the fire of the debut. It's true that Hip doesn't feel as loose and rockin' as Lips, but after a few spins, it's obvious this Oklahoma trio was trying to pull back on the reins a bit while still showcasing the qualities that make them great: tight power-chord riffing and candy-coated melodies that echo endlessly around a cool sunglasses-at-night vibe. Imagine Cheap Trick going through a Jesus and Mary Chain phase and you've got the idea. Hip may not be as instantly gratifying as Lips, but it sounds like Broncho tried to grow up gracefully on its sophomore effort, and I think they did just that. BEN SALMON

BODY ACADEMICS, TOWERING TREES, KIZMET, LIL PDF
(Rotture, 315 SE 3rd) Local queer electro-pop band Body Academics gets messy. Their shows are sweaty affairs with back-up dancers and members writhing on the floor, feeding beer to one another and squirting ketchup on the crowd. Tonight they celebrate the release of their latest bizarre masterpiece, Spiritual Sequel. The album runs hiphop and radio pop through a lo-fi outsider-punk aesthetic to produce something infectiously garish, and the cover art mashes together Sailor Moon, cats in Valentine's hearts, basketballs, panties, and pink handkerchiefs. The fact that their concepts seem insular and hard to decipher is part of their appeal. Imagine Scream Club's Life of a Heartbreaker with a lot more weed, then come to their show ready to join in the revelry. JOSHUA JAMES AMBERSON

FELIX MARTIN, BARISHI, BLACKWITCH PUDDING, A VOLCANO
(High Water Mark, 6800 NE MLK) Portland trio Blackwitch Pudding work serious majick with their influences, sifting the glacial doom of Saint Vitus and Candlemass with '70s space rockers like Hawkwind and Sir Lord Baltimore. It makes for a lighter take on doom, driven home by cheeky lyrics about wizards and undies (the members' names—Space Wizard, Lizard Wizard, and Wizard Wizard—say a lot). The band's latest EP, Covered in Pudding Vol. 1, offers sludgy, bong-resin-clogged takes on some classics: "Toke'n Man" sounds a lot like Rush's "Working Man" and "Gods of Grungus" is a heavy-duty version of KISS's "God of Thunder." They're on the bill with 14-string (!) guitarist Felix Martin, so expect plenty of shredding. MARK LORE