Corin and Janet live in the Rose City, so it's no surprise that they are greeted warmly by a hometown crowd, but it is rather amazing -- sobering, actually -- to see the size of the audience that turns out for this show. La Luna is a big, cavernous place, Portland's key club showcase, and there must be at least a couple of thousand people in attendance. That could be cause for alarm, evidence that Sleater-Kinney is in the process of graduating to the status of Big Act, which could mean leaving the clubs behind. That's the model for success for up-and-coming bands, and it's difficult to imagine an alternative. If you're hot, and things catch fire, the caldron of intimacy that fuels those achievements goes up in flames. But on this night, such misapprehensions seem misplaced. The Portland revelers seem particularly young, and there's plenty of energy to go around. At the back of the club, a solitary, older fellow leans against a pillar and doesn't budge. From all appearances, it would seem he's present as chauffeur/chaperone. Thought that only happened with the Backstreet Boys. Sleater-Kinney opens with "Heart Factory," not "Start Together," which could only be seen as a veiled tribute to their local stamping grounds. From then on, the set varies little from those of the past few nights. It seems perhaps a bit lacking in electricity compared to the previous night, but that could just mean the Seattle show was hard to duplicate. "We're happy to be playing the last of our record-release shows here in Portland," Carrie tells the sold-out club. Later on, she mentions that the band had been interviewed by a local celebrity and that Janet had won the interviewer's Portland trivia contest. "Janet, you're so smart!" comes a fan's response. "Yes, Janet is very smart," Carrie coos. "And beautiful!" another voice cries. "And beautiful," Carrie agrees. It must be nice to return home on the top of the world.