Kathleen Hanna recently resurrected her first solo project, the Julie Ruin, and released an album of uniquely inspiring songs. On Run Fast, there are tongue-in-cheek looks at feminism, slinky seduction jams, and deep meditations on her own life that cover childhood, adulthood, and her recent fight against Lyme disease. It's been nine years since her last album, and Hanna's lyrics on Run Fast are urgent, fine-tuned maxims designed to wake you the fuck up. Like some of her earlier work in Bikini Kill or Le Tigre, Hanna often sounds as if she's shouting through a megaphone, à la Poly Styrene and X-Ray Spex, and the Julie Ruin are further propelled by Kenny Mellman's springy keyboards and call-and-response vocals that evoke the B-52s. It's a collision of everything fun about punk music, and you shouldn't miss it. Neumos, 8 pm, $15.



If you're already a fan of the Portland group Blouse, hearing the first single from their upcoming album, Imperium, might have thrown you for a loop. Compared to their 2011 self-titled album, a downcast, suffocating, and immensely engrossing work of synth pop, "No Shelter" shows that the band has moved in a different direction. Distant and plucky guitars start the song off, instantly recalling band member/producer Jacob Portrait's other group, the warped, '60s-channeling Unknown Mortal Orchestra. As vocalist Charlie Hilton begins to coo, "There is no shelter from this storm, nothing in nature can make my body warm," her vocals sound familiar at first (unhurried, ambrosial, and Trish Keenan–esque) before quickly taking on a newfound immediacy. As the song picks up steam, Hilton lets out, "Give me your body, I need a thing to hold," seemingly in contrast to her earlier evasive and nostalgia-dripping lyrics. I'm not sure whether I prefer the new sound over their earlier work, but it's worth applauding the protean Blouse for doing different styles so well. With Feathers and Week of Wonders. Vera Project, 7:30 pm, $10.