Decibel Festival

(Various venues) It's worth hitting all five days of this year's Decibel Festival, but tonight offers an especially attractive itinerary: At Neumos, Berlin's genre-jumping bass pushers Modeselektor perform backed by their ace video/visuals crew Pfadfinderei; before them is UK duo Mount Kimbie, whose light, lush Crooks & Lovers is one of the year's must-have electronic albums. Across the street at Sole Repair, Sun Tzu Sound host a special edition of their warmly welcoming soulful house night Trust headlined by hedonic disco/funk reanimator Trus'Me. ERIC GRANDY

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Cobirds Unite, the Young Evils, Numbers and Letters

(Columbia City Theater) At first, Cobirds Unite was merely the name of Rusty Willoughby's newest collection of beautifully melodic pop, featuring harmonies and musical support from Visqueen's Rachel Flotard. But tonight, Cobirds Unite are a band, featuring Willoughby and Flotard along with guitarist Johnny Sangster, cellist Barbara Hunter, and drummer/ former Screaming Tree Barrett Martin, who'll bring Willoughby's lush new songs to life onstage. Opening the show: Seattle indie-poppers the Young Evils and Brooklyn art-folkers Numbers and Letters (7 pm show all ages, 10 pm show 21+). DAVID SCHMADER

Lou-Lou, Portable Morla, phase3, Megabats

(Rendezvous) Megabats describe themselves as "dronestep," claim they hail from "Bliss Village, Washington," and list influences like Sunroof!, Neu!, Astral Social Club, and Black Dice, so there's no fucking way I'm not going to love 'em to pieces. Now that I've sampled a handful of their tracks, I'm happy to report that the local duo of Samuel Melancon and Riley Scott have figured out the secret to manifesting shiver-inducing drones. Like Fuck Buttons', Megabats' songs combine a sort of motorized mesmerism and a keening metallic glaze, lending their sound a prismatic dynamism that keeps stasis at bay. For variety, "Tang Sludge" buries a disco beat under a supercharged, corroded-automaton throb. It's crazymaking in the best way possible. Fellow Seattle duo phase3 tap into a more disjunctive anticompositional style, and are head-wrecking in a slightly less overwhelming manner. Fear for your equilibrium. DAVE SEGAL

Nevermore, Warbringer, Hatesphere, Deathmocracy, After the Fallout

(El Corazón) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of Stranger lore—while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—only this, and nothing more." 'Tis my friend Raven, dressed in black, wandering in from nightly shore! She spoke only one word, as if her soul in that one word she did outpour. Nothing further then she uttered—not a feather then she fluttered—till I scarcely more than muttered, "We need a taxi to El Corazón—on the minute we will leave, for heaviest of metal we both adore." Then quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!" KELLY ALLAN O

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