Of Montreal
In support of their brilliantly bizarre new album, Skeletal Lamping, Of Montreal are touring with the most ornate, out-of-this-world indie-rock show this side of the Flaming Lips (and with better songs, too!). At an early tour stop in NYC, the show included: centaurs, satyrs, people in animal masks, simulated nudes, giant roller skates, an evil pope, a sexy nun, some amorphous gold idols, a saloon brawl, a paramilitary raid, a hanging, a resurrection, and a live motherfucking horse. Expect to see more or less everything except the horse. (Showbox Sodo, 1700 First Ave S, 628-0888. 8 pm, $20, all ages.) ERIC GRANDY

Speaking of Of Montreal, be sure to check out Eric Grandy's interview with the band's frontman Kevin Barnes.

Apollo Sunshine, Dead Confederate, Feral Children
(Chop Suey) Apollo Sunshine's Shall Noise Upon spawns from three multi-instrumentalists whose joyous, expansive songcraft channels the spiritual bliss of George Harrison's All Things Must Pass without obviously emulating that landmark LP's Spectorized Krishna rock. Apollo Sunshine—Jesse Gallagher, Sam Cohen, and Jeremy Black—lean toward psychedelia's whimsical end, but not cloyingly so. And they throw a few change-ups, too: "Brotherhood of Death" chugs headlong, like if Canned Heat joined forces with early Meat Puppets; "The Funky Chamberlain (Who Begot Who)" recalls Lothar and the Hand People's "Machines" (always a good thing), but it's funkier; "Green Green Lawns of Outer Space" sounds like Raymond Scott gone Hawaiian. Casual, free-range brilliance lives. DAVE SEGAL

Also tonight: Studio at Havana, Grynch at Nectar, and all the rest.