MAX OUT TO VERONICA VASICKA'S MINIMAL-WAVE SYNTH GEMS

Head of Minimal Wave Records, New York City's Veronica Vasicka has played a major role in giving new life to obscure synth-oriented gems from the '70s and '80s, including albums by Sympathy Nervous, Felix Kubin, Oppenheimer Analysis, and others. She also cofounded the internet station East Village Radio and records with minimal-techno genius Marc Houle as 2VM. Vasicka is also fond of Italo disco and new wave, so expect songs from those genres in her set, too. But mainly this is destined to be a major geek-out for synth-music aficionados. With Second Sight DJs Rxch Wxtch, Sh6rl6s6, and Actual Pain. Electric Tea Garden, 10 pm–4 am, $10, 21+.

BRETON'S NON-SURREALISTIC ELECTRONIC ROCK

Perhaps the finest British band named after a French surrealist, Breton are another of those hybrid rock and electronic groups that do both styles justice without really excelling in either: The beats slug with satisfying solidity, the melodies swirl and swell with more sophistication than most, and the male vocals belt with earnestness. Breton's new album, Other People's Problems, sounds like it's inspired by Third-era Portishead and LCD Soundsystem, but these guys aren't quite on that level yet... plus they're not that surreal, actually. With Michna. Barboza, 7 pm, $8, 21+.

HOT CHIP'S MILD-MANNERED HOUSE MUSIC

Okay, I'm not the biggest Hot Chip fan, but are they really popular enough to play the Paramount—and charge more than $30 to do so? The British quintet are quite good at what they do—mild-mannered, romantic, poppy house/disco—but their dishwater-gray vocals drive me batty; Bernard Sumner pulled off this sort of thing much better. It's just that what Hot Chip do doesn't excite me. That being said, they played a wonderful set at Coachella in 2007—the lads do kick it up a few notches live. Paramount, 8 pm, $30 adv/$33 DOS, all ages.

GET A LOAD OF DILLON FRANCIS'S RAVEY DUBSTEP

Dillon Francis is a Los Angeles wunderkind making huge, accessible tracks that bridge ravey euphoria with doomy dubstep. He's been known to stress this dichotomy by combining heart-fluttering piano motifs with ornery, obese wub-wub-wubs. "Masta Blasta (The Rebirth)" is Francis's peak achievement, an amalgamation of exciting club-music tropes—dancehall, early-'90s hardcore rave, Moombahton, dubstep, etc.—geared to push all of your lizard-brain buttons and squirt adrenaline through your overtaxed system. Chicago duo Flosstradamus (hotshots on A-Trak's Fool's Gold and Diplo's Mad Decent labels) make extroverted hiphop and juke cuts that are jacked up for maximum sweat manufacturing. Neumos, 8 pm, $17 adv, all ages. Saturday sold out.