NEAL MORGAN, PULSE EMITTER, WL, JOHN BOWERS
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) Listening to Neal Morgan's music can induce a chilling kind of claustrophobia. It's something to do with its minimalism; most songs are nothing more than a repetitive drum passage with Allen Ginsberg-like poetry spoken over the top. That also sounds like a bad night at the coffee-shop open mic, but there's an intoxicating quality to Morgan's work that's easy to get drawn into. Credit his use of language; his upcoming self-titled album (out June 17 via local imprint Party Damage) features an economical amount of words—something akin to Raymond Carver's best work, revealing just enough imagery and philosophical insight that will have you leaning in, waiting almost breathlessly for the next line. That is if you're not already in some kind of hypnotic state, dancing to his unyielding beats. ROBERT HAM


YACHT, WAMPIRE, SNOWBLIND TRAVELER
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Yacht would very much like you to join their dance cult. You will be fed tasty beats. You will move your feet in joyous celebration of your ever-expanding third eye. It's guaranteed fun communal living on the dancefloor at this cheap thrill of a show. Especially with locals Wampire sharing the bill; their cult is full of frenetic, convivial brainwashing. COURTNEY FERGUSON


BANE, TURNSTILE, TAKE OFFENSE, YOUNG TURKS
(Alhambra Theatre, 4811 SE Hawthorne) Bane is a frighteningly earnest straightedge hardcore band from Worcester, Massachusetts, who just recently released its first album in nearly a decade, the cheekily titled Don't Wait Up. The band has also announced that Don't Wait Up will be their last record, although they purportedly intend to keep touring. MORGAN TROPER