FOOTWORK, FEVER TEETH, OSITO, M. WOMEN, NAOMI PUNK

Since 1994, a converted church across from the Bellevue Square mall has hosted local music legends from the Blood Brothers to Sunny Day Real Estate. The first of the last three remaining shows at Ground Zero, the historic Eastside teen center, meets the art-damaged noise punk of Seattle trio Footwork. It's not the end for the venue, which will continue in Bellevue's Lake Hills neighborhood, but Saturday's Dreamdecay show and Sunday's show with the Exquisites and Special Explosion will be the very last at the original space. With angular and metallic soul, Footwork is dance punk at its grimiest. Tonight the band will feature guest vocalist Jamey Braden Von Mooter, aka JMBVM (formerly of Wet Paint DMM), who half-shouts, half-seethes lines like "Don't call me pretty, just don't fuck with me." With that attitude, they cartwheel through complex rhythmic structures—a discordant crossbreed of the Pop Group and Fugazi. Footwork are soon to release a new three-track EP on Talking Helps Records called Bully and are entering the studio to record another EP as Footwork + JMBVM next month. Ground Zero, $6/$5 with a can of food, 7 pm.

STICKERS, BIG EYES, WILD ASSUMPTIONS, LINDSEYS

On their blog, Seattle power pop trio Big Eyes admit to selling their souls to the devil for a cheeseburger. Cross-bearers beware: This was the Cheeseburger of Rock, and it's bloody and raw. Their latest, "Back from the Moon," released April 24 via Richmond label Grave Mistake, is the best pop-punk single I've heard this year, paying its respects (nod: the Runaways, the Muffs) without losing its, dare I say it: edge. This pop drips with meat that will get stuck in your teeth for days. Somehow both bright and gritty, the bass crunches à la "Cherry Bomb," and the choruses are even catchier than those of their 2011 debut, Hard Life. I'm a vegetarian, but I would eat this burger faster than you can say "bovine growth hormone." Big Eyes, in all their beefy grandeur, make me headbang and fist-pump like I haven't since my days as a 14-year-old Weezer fangirl. Hollow Earth Radio, $5–$8 donation, 9 pm.