The Pack play El Corazon tonight with Dyme Def. In this week's music section, Charles Mudede dissects the Pack's place in hiphop's current landscape:

Their music is a sublation (two things becoming one) of old-school and bling-school principles, which is why initially it was not surprising that none other than Too $hort (a hiphop granddaddy) discovered them and got them a record deal with Jive. This deal, however, proved to be not so good for the Pack. According to one of the crew's rappers, Young L, Jive did not know how to promote their first album, Based Boys, and the excitement from "Vans" fizzled by the end of 2008. Jive could understand the old-school side of the Pack (which is essentially party/bad-boy rap), but not their new side, which had much to do with the cultural and economic openness of a postracial hiphop.

Also tonight, speaking of hiphop, is Fatal Lucciauno at Nectar:

Fatal Lucciauno, Dway, Bobby Hustle, Wizdom, Filejerks, 100 Proof, Cide, Swervewon
(Nectar) Shortly after Fatal Lucciauno was unceremoniously dropped from a hiphop show at the Crocodile in late April, DeVon Manier, the owner of Fatal's label, Sportn' Life Records, alleged that even Nectar, one of Seattle's most hiphop-friendly venues, was keeping Fatal out of its doors. The problem? Fatal performed at Chop Suey on the night that a gunman opened fire into the club, killing one man and wounding two. There was also the problem of his gangsta lyrics and his criminal record. Fatal Lucciauno, however, is an excellent example of the reforming power of hiphop. For him, the music and culture is about survival and making sense of a childhood that was spent on the streets, in deep poverty. See him once and you will be forever be impressed by the heaviness of his honesty. If indeed the doors at Nectar had been closed to Fatal, it is nothing but good news to see that they have been reopened. CHARLES MUDEDE

And lastly, Night Canopy (who is, perhaps, the furthest thing from hiphop), plays the Comet:

Night Canopy, Big Eagle
(Comet) I remember the first time I saw Night Canopy perform—it was at 20 Twenty in Ballard, on a sunny summer afternoon, during an art opening. There were beautiful cakes for a cakewalk to my left, racks of vintage clothes to my right, and the hot sun poured in through the shop's windows and doorway, beating on the backs of the crowd seated on the floor in a half moon around the timid but lovely Amy Blaschke. As she sang songs like "Seasick Casanova" in a summer dress and cowboy boots, her voice went from quiet whisper to a strong, romantic croon, and everyone in the room was mesmerized. Not long after that, Blaschke moved to L.A., taking her Night Canopy project with her, and I haven't had the chance to see her since. I'm so glad she's back in town, even if temporarily. MEGAN SELING

See all of tonight's listings in our calendar. You know you want to.