Prefuse 73 and School of Seven Bells at Neumo’s
Prefuse 73 is the brainy glitch-hop alias of producer Scott Herren; School of Seven Bells are a new band featuring members of Secret Machines and On!Air!Library! Their soft-drug collage rock is a kaleidoscope of gorgeous female vocals, electronic grooves, stargazing guitars, steady rhythms, and warm colors. The band’s synesthesia is all organic; Prefuse 73’s is brilliantly digital, a busy mix of sharp beats and surround-sound samples. (Neumo’s, 925 E Pike St, 709-9467. 8 pm, $13, 21+.) by Eric Grandy

(Hear Prefuse 73 in Donte’s post from earlier today.)

Wildildlife, Doomhawk, Weirdlords
(Comet) If you describe Doomhawk to people who’ve never seen them, you are guaranteed to get weird looks and verbal abuse. “I swear, they are, like, fantasy metal, but there’s tons of ska breakdowns! And they are from the forest, but they also have this really complicated backstory about how they were discovered on an asteroid! And one time, they played an art opening at the Lawrimore Project, and Anne Mathern suspended herself above them and bounced around from the ceiling, taking pictures, except the pictures were fake.” See? Nothing about that makes any sense, but it’s all true. Doomhawk are fake and real at the same time. ARI SPOOL

Deck the Hall Ball: Modest Mouse, Jimmy Eat World, Coheed and Cambria, She Wants Revenge, Spoon, the Kooks
(Everett Events Center) When I saw Jimmy Eat World at the Showbox just a couple months ago, it was perhaps the most boring show of 2007. I’ve seen the band a number of times—in their early-emo Clarity heyday, during the band’s Bleed American wonder year—and they’ve always been sparkling, intense, and remarkably tight. But now, as the years have stacked on top of them, they’re just another band going through the familiar motions and they looked like robots onstage. Modest Mouse haven’t hit that point yet, however. So they’ll certainly put on a fantastic show as they usually do. But chances are it won’t feel worth it to stand through JEW’s “performance” and Coheed and Cambria’s annoying sci-fi prog rock to get to the one buried treasure in this desert of monotony (Spoon excluded, they’re the one oasis you’ll come across on the long, tiring trek). MEGAN SELING