NAP EYES, MONOMYTH
(Bunk Bar, 1028 SE Water) Modern Lovers. The Verlaines. Early Pavement. Parquet Courts. If you know these bands, you know the vibe. If you don't, think jangling guitars, sub-punk pace, and just enough vocal melody to make a sneer seem sweet. Nap Eyes has this vibe. On its 2014 album Whine of the Mystic, the quartet sets singer/songwriter Nigel Chapman's overcast warble and brainy lyrics (he's a biochemist by day) against a jumble of rumbling drums and guitars that chug and chime. But where the aforementioned bands were always ready with some standoffish snarl, Nap Eyes tend to follow a path that's more pastoral, perhaps reflective of their roots in the relatively isolated music scene of Halifax, Nova Scotia. Whine was originally released in a very limited run that barely made it outside Eastern Canada. Now, the wonderful Paradise of Bachelors record label is re-releasing it across America. That's good. It deserves to be heard. BEN SALMON

SCALPED, APOCALYPSE NOW, MPK
(The Know, 2026 NE Alberta) The debate over East Coast vs. West Coast punk is as old as Methuselah, and anyone who doesn't agree that West Coast punk is better obviously sucks and is probably a parent. Scalped hail from the 415 area code (that's San Francisco for anyone who hasn't gotten a cool phone call) and carry on the grand tradition of celebrating the twin joie-de-vivres of metal and punk, at the same time, really fast and really loud. Featuring members of now-defunct, extremely upset dude band Yadokai, Scalped are touring on the riff-arched back of their second 7-inch, out on Video Disease Records. You either go to this show and die a punk, or live long enough to become a poseur. MAC POGUE

PORCELAIN RAFT, GRAND LAKE ISLANDS
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) See My, What a Busy Week!