Mybrother Mysister — I played a house show last Saturday after seeing the Girls Rock camp performance. Mybrother Mysister was the opening band at that house show; drummer Jenni Scott couldn’t have been much older than the oldest Girls Rock camper, and neither could guitarist Dylan Kittrell. But the raw, nervy alt-rock the duo played was beyond their years in both form and fashion, and performed with a welcome insouciance. They’re still a little green, but my ultimate takeaway was this: I wish I wrote songs that good when I was their age. The problem with promise is that it implies inexperience, but Mybrother Mysister is starting from a place of relative strength. Opening for Lullwater, a pretty traditional rawk band from Athens. P. Wall
New Brookland Tavern: 7:30 p.m., $5 ($8 under 21); 791-4413, newbrooklandtavern.com.
Defeater — Boston’s Defeater belongs to, along with like-minded band Pianos Become the Teeth and Touché Amoré, a loose fraternity of progressive post-hardcore bands called The Wave; the general idea is to revive and revitalize emotionally charged hardcore. But where Pianos Become the Teeth and Touché Amoré mine social alienation and emotional fragility for material, Defeater crafts epic and sweeping literary narratives that tackle survivor’s guilt, broken homes and the existential anguish of cyclical familial patterns of alcoholism and abuse. Letters Home, the third installment of the saga of two brothers in post-World War II New Jersey, is Defeater’s most electric record since Travels, the band’s 2008 debut; less dynamic and stridently heavier than Touché Amoré, Defeater is nonetheless as emotionally engaging, shouter Derek Archambault’s dizzying burrs piercing the band’s spiraling, grinding havoc. Defeater doesn’t offer easy happy endings, but the release is more cathartic that way. This show doubles as a release party for photographer Sean Rayford’s Two Star Hotel, a collection of his recent rock photography. P. Wall
New Brookland Tavern: 7 p.m., $12 ($10 advance); 791-4413, newbrooklandtavern.com.
Lil’ Brod — Lil’ Brod’s “Do U Mind,” some four years since its release, is still one of the finest radio-rap records made in South Cack, a bouncy jam that plays as well blaring from the trunk as it does in the club, strip or otherwise. His singles and mixtapes, since then, have honed that fine balance: “Turn This Up” is built for booty clapping; “Emmitt Smith” rushes hard and fast, using pro football’s all-time leading rusher as an acute metaphor for street hustle. It’s blatantly kush- and lean-rap, but it’s keenly affecting and infectious. He sits atop this Hip-Hop Takeover, which also stars high-flying Charleston emcee Marvlous. P. Wall
New Brookland Tavern: 9 p.m., $10; 791-4413, newbrooklandtavern.com.
Modalcoda, Form and Function — Old local musicians don’t fade away; eventually, they all start new bands. Modalcoda’s roots run deep: Craig and Kevin Keeney, drums and bass, respectively, played in Martian Death Lyric, and Craig Keeney, for a time, in Newgenics; multi-instrumentalist Gabe Madden played briefly in SLED; saxophonist Neil Scott has been making noise in Columbia for what seems like since time immemorial. Modalcoda’s instrumentals are wildly challenging, bridging the space between free jazz and complex, krauty math-rock. Form and Function’s Brett Lee and Dave Robbins most recently formed the rhythm section of From the Land, but as Form and Function they recall erstwhile projects Erectorset (Lee) and Gargantuan Thrill Machine (Robbins), pairing angular indie rock with grating noise and ambient-leaning drum and bass. Former Ahleuchatistas bassist Derek Poteat mans the middle. P. Wall
Conundrum Music Hall: 9 p.m., $5; 250-1295, conundrum.us.
Mountain Express — A jam-friendly bluegrass act that initially reunited for the first Rockafellas Reunion in 2007, Mountain Express is built on simple Southern roots, having now unplugged for a turn toward bluegrass. At its best, Mountain Express exudes a vibe similar to sitting on the front porch of an old rustic cabin, with clouds sitting on the tops of Appalachian mountaintops in the distance. P. Wall
Hair of the Dog: 9 p.m., free; 834-5144.
The Mowgli’s — The Mowgli’s — errant apostrophe and all — are less a band and more a collective, an eight-piece ensemble preaching higher consciousness, universal love and tenderness through sunny, coastal folk-rock. If it all sounds very ’60s California hippie, well, it is: The Los Angeles outfit is more City By the Bay than Sunset Strip, all crunchy organic harmonies and multi-instrumental panoply, a polyphonic spree that employs Mamas and the Papas multi-part harmonies and Lumineers shoutalong choruses. (And, after all, the octet’s hit single was the sticky sweet “San Francisco.”) While the vibe is organic and the heterogenous crowd shouts offer an alternative to the slick veneer of, say, Mumford and Sons, The Mowgli’s are simply simple, offering a mainstream take on the more interesting offerings of The Flaming Lips or The Polyphonic Spree. It’s enjoyable but intangible. P. Wall
Jillian’s: 8 p.m., $5; 779-7789.
Sexy Detectives — Part of the success of the soundtrack to Drive, which went to No. 4 on the iTunes music charts, was that it was so intrinsically and so perfectly tied to the film: Anchored by Cliff Martinez’ dry, pulsing retro-cool score and featuring a handful of obscure synth-pop singles, the soundtrack matched the pulpy, neon camp of the story of the stoic wheelman. New outfit Sexy Detectives operates in that same campy vein, churning out vocoder- and synth-driven songs aimed at scoring Delorean car chases, Sonny Crockett cases, or extended Colecovision sessions. Cool or confusing? Maybe both. Playing in between opening act Dreibrg and Dead Pedals; Miles To Go headlines. P. Wall
Art Bar: 9 p.m., $5; 929-0198, artbarsc.com.
Yosef — Hunter Duncan’s new outfit Yosef doesn’t stray too sonically far from his old ensemble The Lion in Winter, still straddling the fence between post-OK Computer Britpop and post-millennial American indie rock. Yosef’s Run Wild is variegated and handsome, and remarkably well-groomed, sweeping and grandiose and built on refined and stylish crescendos. Duncan’s sweet spot in The Lion in Winter was slow-burn singalongs, and so it remains in Yosef, woodsier but just as polite. Mel Washington, whose fingerprints are all over Run Wild, headlines. P. Wall
New Brookland Tavern: 7 p.m., $5 ($7 udner 21); 791-4413, newbrooklandtavern.com.
Sadgiqacea — The nigh-unpronounceably named Philadelphia duo — it’s sad-juh-KAY-sha, in case you’re wondering — is equally informed by doom-metal and DMT, its spacey and serpentine riffs bleeding with a psychedelic energy. But it’s not an altogether pleasant trip, more of an achingly eerie one, a cackling and snickering ride through the darker parts of the psyche. Sadgiqacea’s psychedelia is unsettling, its atmosphere ominous and brooding. It’s implied in the titles of the songs on May’s incredible False Prism, where “False Segments,” “False Cross” and “False Prism” give way to “True Darkness.” Each track is imbued with demonic grooves, a psychotropic disharmony, precise and relentless, that shatters and seethes but utterly captivates. With Hivemind, a furious Florida hardcore quintet, and local weirdo-metal trio Sein Zum Tode. P. Wall
Conundrum Music Hall: 8 p.m., $5; 250-1295, conundrum.us.
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