Friday 1/27

THE FISHERMAN THREE, THE BLACK SWANS

Since April, Spin Cycle has been one of the Hill's finest establishments for buying records, with a genuinely friendly staff and worthwhile selection. They don't like dealing with banks (says the sign behind the counter), and they believe in prices that also won't break your bank. The quaint li'l shop has already hosted locals Scriptures and Posse and has plans to continue free all-ages shows for the public. If you like lush indie folk, this one's for you. Did I mention it's on Broadway? No excuses. Spin Cycle, 5:30 pm, free.

Saturday 1/28

MY PARADE, KUNT KUNTROLL, SLOWFAST, MIKI FOSTER

Meet the Sissy Collective, a new group of local artists and musicians with the mission to create safe space for underrepresented people to share their art. This is the first event, which also sees the first show of the year from My Parade, Seattle's premier politically minded dance-punk outfit. They fuse politics and punk in a way reminiscent of classics like Gang of Four. Fans rejoice: They also have new songs to debut! Kunt Kuntroll is the superhero alias of Elissa Ball where—as she put it in a recent interview with the folks at Cairo—she transforms her vivacious human persona into ass-kicking performance poetry. By day, she's the type of lady who gives her french fries to total strangers. By night, she's an all-powerful punk goddess. All hail the Sissy! Hollow Earth Radio, 8 pm, $5 suggested donation.

NAOMI PUNK, DANA JEWELL & THE HUNGRY HEARTS, DUDE YORK

The Underwater Peoples label is home to the lo-fi drugged-out pop of acts like Real Estate, Big Troubles, and Dana Jewell. Though based on the East Coast, the sound is motivated by beaches worldwide, so why do Dana Jewell's tunes sound so fitting for the snowflakes outside my window? Melodies hang in midair with a swirling elasticity that lends itself as much to a beachy haze as a whirring wonderland. A stark contrast to that serenity, riff-heavy garage shredders Naomi Punk return once more to their stage of choice to sink you into their swamp of slow, oozing grunge. Time to bust out those earmuffs. Cairo, 8 pm, $5.