(Wonder Ballroom, 128 NE Russell) The string-laden, candy-colored wonderlands of music that violinist/looper Kishi Bashi creates in his intoxicating songs are full of pure, childlike delight. His new album, Lighght (it's spelled that way on purpose), is a celestial orgy of sparkly, chirpy orchestral pop beamed straight down from the heavens. NED LANNAMANN

(Lola's Room, 1332 W Burnside) There's nothing inherently punk rock about Mondays, but don't tell that to Lola's Room—their free weekly punk showcase is a high-energy antidote to the shittiest day of the week. Tonight, the Bugs promise efficient, no-fuss garage punk—plus, the girl-fronted power rock the Suicide Notes. ALISON HALLETT Also see All-Ages Action!

(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Detroit's Protomartyr touches on the Motor City's renowned grittiness without necessarily paying explicit homage. The band's sophomore album, Under Color of Official Right, is a warm slab of minimalist, unpretentious post-punk. It's simultaneously dreamy, breakneck, and dangerous, and Protomartyr have the ability to lull you into submission only to slap you back awake with walls of screeching guitars. It's a repetitive affair that finds its center in the staccato phrasing of vocalist Joe Casey's street-wise poetry and wild, nihilistic delivery. "What the Wall Said" is a prime example of the quartet's sinister approach, thrusting its driving rhythms, subtle melody, and Casey's drunken drawls into a wave of anticipation for the rewarding crescendo. RYAN J. PRADO

(Alhambra Theatre, 4811 SE Hawthorne) When Douglas Pearce first conceived of Death in June in the early '80s, he was still under the influence of punk rock, having spent the previous four years as a member of agitprop band Crisis. In the decades that followed, Pearce and his collaborators (including Boyd Rice and Current 93 leader David Tibet) fell under the sway of traditional English folk music. The elegant piano and acoustic guitar textures of this sound still burbles in a dark, heady stew of electronics and eerie ambience that has kept Death in June a mainstay in the record collections of the goths that walk among us. ROBERT HAM

(Doug Fir, 830 E Burnside) Though People Under the Stairs have shunned the notion that they're an "underground" rap group, they totally are, and that's not a bad thing. Their sound is sophisticated, and their beats are experimental, often using real drums instead of cheesy, overused drum loops. People Under the Stairs have toured the world and performed thousands of shows, and their recently released album, 12 Step Program, exemplifies what they do best: rhymes about the day-to-day grind against the backdrop of flavorful rhythms and funky-ass bass lines. ROSE FINN