(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Sixteen years is a hell of a long time... that's 5,649 long days of waiting for the BEST BAND IN THE WORLD to put out a new album! The Afghan Whigs have reunited for Do to the Beast—and it's as glorious as their '90s heyday albums. Let them show you tonight as Greg Dulli & Co. tear the mothereffing roof off the joint. COURTNEY FERGUSON

(Roseland, 8 NW 6th) Listening to Chromeo won't offer any sort of enlightenment, but there are worse ways to spend an evening than in the white-leather-glove grip of the Montreal disco-funk duo. Yes, they've tackily named their upcoming record White Women (ugh, you guys), which indicates the level of intellect and intimacy involved. But its advance singles—which include the transistor-radio-ready "Jealous (I Ain't with It)" and the Tory y Moi duet "Come Alive"—are witless, illuminated-dance-floor fun. Since it doesn't look like Daft Punk will be stopping by any time soon, a night out with Chromeo is a decent enough facsimile. Just make sure you have a friend who knows where you are. NED LANNAMANN

(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) Destruction Unit is the sort of band that needs to be seen live to be fully appreciated. That feels like a strange thing to say, especially given the strengths of Void and Deep Trip, the pair of albums released by the Phoenix psych-punk band last year. While those albums did an excellent job of harnessing their spaced-out guitar rock in all its ear-bleeding glory, getting to witness the band's piercing feedback and distortion and slowly tromp the noise into one relentlessly catchy repeating riff after another is a mesmerizing sight to behold. When singer/guitarist Ryan Rousseau took a hard fall from the Mississippi Studios stage last year, the rest of the band were too busy spinning and twisting in their own zones to take notice. CHIPP TERWILLIGER