FIN DE CINEMA
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Delicately and delightfully surreal French sci-fi cartoons Fantastic Planet and Light Years (AKA Gandahar) make up the double feature at Holocene's Fin de Cinema. Both are stunning, mesmerizing, and thought provoking. (Even if you aren't stoned!) And local acts Jeffrey Jerusalem, Hosannas, Onuinu, and WL will be accompanying the films with a live score. DENIS C. THERIAULT


HOT WATER MUSIC, BROADWAY CALLS, ABSOLUTE MONARCHS
(Hawthorne Theatre, 1507 SE 39th) The rift left behind from Hot Water Music's prolonged, intermittent hiatus/disbandment since 2004's The New What Next has been only partially filled by a dizzying array of side projects. Chris Wollard's moonlighting, Cro(w)s, made great artistic headway, as did HWM offshoot the Draft. Still, none of those projects touched the immediacy of Chuck Ragan's rootsy solo records. For now, all of that squabbling side-work can be shelved, as Gainesville, Florida's favorite fuzzy punks embark on their first substantial US tour since their 2008 reformation. In May, the group released their eighth studio LP, Exister, to ravenous praise by the band's loyal fanbase. The sweet-and-sour vocal combo of Wollard and Ragan is omnipresent, best used on the album's experimental high-water mark "Boy, You're Gonna Hurt Someone." Exister solidifies the band's relevancy even now, in a punk landscape far different from the one they left. RYAN J. PRADO


DIRTY THREE, CENTERS
(Mission Theater, 1624 NW Glisan) Australian instrumental-rock trio Dirty Three keep on truckin' in their own lane, changing little over the last 20 years while maintaining high quality. They have two songs that I think tower over all of their others: "Indian Love Song" and "Furnace Skies." The former is a gorgeous, ragged waltz marked by Warren Ellis' relentless, melismatic violin motifs and Mick Turner's excoriating guitar flares. The latter, from their latest album, Toward the Low Sun, roils and rumbles like a free-jazz storm inside of a gypsy-music lament, augmented by Turner's madly cyclical bass riff and a surging, Alice Coltrane-esque organ. Of course, Dirty Three have many more fine songs, but these two lift them into the pantheon. Go for the riveting music, stay for Ellis' absurdist between-song banter (assuming he still does this...). DAVE SEGAL


MONO, CHRIS BROKAW, SWAHILI
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) In the past few years, the term "post rock" has been popping up everywhere, with bands such as Pelican, Explosions in the Sky, and Red Sparowes gaining worldwide success for their slightly ambient yet driving brands of soundtrack-esque gorgeousness. If said bands are your bag, make sure you don't sleep on this show, as Japanese instrumental post-rock quartet Mono put on a soaring, killer live show that displays their beautifully constructed, jaw-droppingly epic soundscapes perfectly. Seattle underground superstar Chris Brokaw (of Codeine) will open the show, sharing his distinctive brand of stripped-down singer/songwriter awesomeness. KEVIN DIERS


REIGNWOLF
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) The days of "wolf" bands are not over. (And the best one of them all, UK's Wolf People, has yet to tour the States.) Actually, Seattle's Reignwolf isn't a band, exactly; it's the one-man outfit of Jordan Cook, who plays a guitar powered through heavy stacks and kicks on a bass drum. It's nothing you haven't heard before—white dudes have been trying to simulate Hendrix's dilated-pupil version of Chicago blues for damn near 50 years—but Cook's got chops for shredding, and the kind of howl-y voice that should reassure fans of classic rock radio. NED LANNAMANN