Free Electric State is the latest and greatest byproduct of that great band member recycling wheel in the sky that, let's hope, keeps turning: Shirlé and David Koslowski danced to disco pop-punk in Gerty! before toughening it up in The Ex-Members. Their latest, the must-see Free Electric State, takes that same interest in pulses and applies it beneath thick, glistening washes of sustained tones. Like shoegaze kids on a cocktail of psychedelics and uppers, they power tunes with twin guitars and arching vocals and propel them with sharp, heavy drums. A Rooster for the Masses has problems with the way society runs itself. They will sing these woes to you, with the small request that you move to The Clash bedrock at their back. Free/ 10 p.m. —Grayson Currin

Portland-based songwriter Raymond Raposa seems to be a born peripatetic: He left his California home at an early age and traveled the country by bus. He's since recorded alone in a Nevada hotel room, cut records in real studios with a litany of collaborators and wandered into and out of the loosely termed New Weird America cartel. Stylistically, the same holds for Raposa who carries an elemental, often elliptical folk-song format into strange lands like a duffel bag on his back—full-out drone trips, ham-fisted electronic jams, pure pulse-of-the-road ditties. Raposa's songs, performances and ideas are hit-and-miss, but he remains one of the most upredictable young minds on the hirsute side of Amerindie. Tour mate M.A. Turner and R. Clint Colburns' Cross aims for similarly spectral songcraft, psychedelic elements eroding a bedrock of blues-and-western writing. Durham's Free Electric State is the outlier here, in terms of both location and sound: The quartet favors mid-length rock anthems rigorously structured around charging rhythms and thick guitar tones, like a speaker cabinet of shoegazer records rattling loose in some dark dancehall. $6/ 9:30 p.m.