(Ella Street Social Club, 714 SW 20th Pl) Read our article on the Pharmacy.

(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) According to the Mayans, we have less than a year before the apocalypse, so now is as good a time as any to (A) start thinking about what comes next and (B) immerse ourselves in hedonistic orgies. With so little time left, it's a good thing YACHT's fifth album, Shangri-La, gives us the chance to kill two birds with one stone. YACHT's electronic funk is, as always, situated squarely on the dance floor, but the words that Claire Evans sings with so much cool are centered on far weightier topics: namely, the end of the world. Jona Bechtolt's laptop hooks may be consistently addictive, but the songs are a little confused about how the end-time scenario will play out. Are we supposed to actively engineer our paradise or go out dancing like hell while the earth burns around us? Or maybe they're one and the same. REBECCA WILSON


(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Hailing from Los Angeles, that mysterious place where drama is manufactured and sold to millions, Milo Greene makes incredibly aware cinematic pop music that seems to pause at all the right moments: the ones that paw at those taut heartstrings to elicit the correct emotions. Not to mention the appeal of the rousing gang vocal in a pop song—four out of the five band members are vocalists, swapping lead vocals and often singing together, with Marlana Sheetz, the lone female, adding warm, feminine tones to a small men's choir. It's a twee indulgence that is not so easy to deny. The band is still quite young—there is no full-length yet, though one is in the works. In the meantime, they've released the remarkably well-adjusted The Hello Sessions EP, and with it, a flare that signifies approaching success; it's unlikely they'll be coasting beneath the radar for long. RAQUEL NASSER

(Alberta Rose Theatre, 3000 NE Alberta) John Gorka looks ridiculous, and his name sounds ridiculous, and he's just some beardo white guy playing a guitar, but damn if his wordplay isn't mighty fine and his voice pretty nice. His are the kind of songs that end up on your mix CDs because your (beardo white guy guitar-playing) dad listened to him in the '90s and somehow you got a hold of a couple of good songs and I mean, who doesn't need a good anti-gentrification folk song for a mix every once in a while? "Buy low/Sell high/You get rich/And you still die." Right? And mad respect to anyone who writes smart songs about white privilege. ANNA MINARD