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AraabMuzik

MONDRIAN

The so-called MVP of the MPC, Rhode Island–bred AraabMuzik is part of a new breed of young producers narrowing the gap between mainstream hip-hop and underground dance music. (Think of him alongside SBTRKT and Clams Casino.) He hits SkyBar in the midst of a North American tour supporting his aptly titled debut album, Electronic Dream, which came out in June. It's an ethereal, often lovely effort that might surprise folks who first noticed AraabMuzik's name as a result of his producing pugnacious rap tracks like "Get It in Ohio" by Cam'ron. Expect to hear music from Dream (punched up with the producer's real-time drum-machine licks), and maybe a preview of stuff he's reportedly been working on for Eminem and Lil' Kim. Also Sun. at Drai's Hollywood. —Mikael Wood

Peanut Butter Wolf's 11-11-11 Party

EAGLE ROCK CENTER FOR THE ARTS

It started in 2006 with Stones Throw label head Peanut Butter Wolf spinning a Satanic metal DJ set on 6-6-6. Then he threw a weeklong event with a gospel-themed podcast for 7-7-7, an eight-day video party on 8-8-8, nine shows in nine different Southern California area codes on 9-9-9, and a 10-hour-long blowout with 10 DJs spinning all 45s on 10-10-10. This year it's 11 DJs and 1,100 records for $11. PBW rented a U-Haul for the occasion; he's dragging out 1,100 of his own records to the Center for the Arts, and his DJ friends will be spinning exclusively from his personal record collection. Last year we got rap legend Prince Paul, soul singer Mayer Hawthorne, preserver of globally obscure and funky 45s DJ Mahssa and many more, so expect to hear rare cuts from world-class DJs all night long. —Lainna Fader

The Peeks, Lock/Jaw

CIA

With punk rock, it's all about instinct and feeling, not image or message (the genre's most certifiably irrelevant elements), and this pair of youthful, wet-behind-the-ears, straight-outta-nowhere bands have the 'tude and mood down cold. Hell, the Peeks haven't even graduated high school. Yet they throw down an intense slew of original mayhem that's striking in its purity and sheer skull-denting impact (occasional guest appearances by the guitarist's dad, punk spearhead Chip Kinman, don't hurt, either). Likewise, the Keith Morris–approved Lock/Jaw, whose high-velocity, tuneful two-minute sonic strikes deliver a rich payload of ironical, diabolical defiance (scream for epochal masterpiece "Death to Hipsters"). This ain't sanitized mall punk or turgid dogma, it's the howl of the untamed. —Jonny Whiteside

Sahy Uhns, Bear Claw, Cydara Elise, The Republic

BOOTLEG BAR

Sahy Uhns is L.A. boy Carl Madison Burgin, a producer of a highly refined and unusual West Coast hip-hop and electronic-music hybrid. He's a sound scientist, processing his beats, modified instruments and beautifully arcane sonic sources through custom-designed software and hardware. It's the sort of stuff that pays dividends on repeat listens, but if you can't spare the time, catch his amazing live set, where he'll handle electronic drumming and scratching discs while warping both on his homemade computer interfaces. BearClaw is a New York drummer and electronic-music composer/arranger aligned with the esteemed Proximal label; expect futuristic sound design, IDM glitchery and a radical transmogrifying of 100 years of music. Also R&B/soul singer and dancer Cydara, and The Republic. —John Payne

Also playing:

B.B. KING at Club Nokia; HOLY GHOST! at the Music Box; EVELYN GLENNIE, MAYA BEISER at UCLA (Royce Hall); LARRY KARUSH GROUP at Blue Whale.

sat 11/12

Childish Gambino

CLUB NOKIA

As Troy Barnes, an egotistical athlete who embraces his inner nerd on the NBC sitcom Community, actor Donald Glover finds a happy medium between swagtastic arrogance and giddy playfulness. For his turn as Childish Gambino — Glover's hip-hop alter ego — the 27-year-old doesn't venture far from his usual shtick. The suddenly-in-demand multitalent, who opens his concerts with a stand-up routine, knows what he's not: a gat-toting hustler. Rather, he plays off hip-hop's tendencies to overgeneralize, regularly flooding his nasally rhymes in self-deprecation (he's said his early mixtapes resemble a "decrepit Drake" and figures to be the only black dude to attend a Sufjan Stevens show). Not surprisingly, the of-the-moment emcee was scooped up by the little-engine-that-could label, Glassnote Records, which will release his official debut album, Camp, later this month. —Dan Hyman

Feist

THE WILTERN

With her recent album, Metals, Feist seems prepared to relinquish her crown as the indie princess whose poppy tunes sell iPods and teach kids how to count along with Sesame Street. The Canadian songstress took some much-needed time off after touring her quadruple-Grammy-nominated album The Reminder, and eventually ended up seeking musical inspiration in a studio in Big Sur overlooking the ocean. Here she dove into Metals, a sparse, melancholy collection of tunes that invokes the pain of solitary nights but retains an undercurrent of summery optimism. While you may not find yourself dancing around the room, the comforting constant of Feist's smoky, soothing voice — which soars in a live setting — is worth the price of admission. —Laura Ferreiro

Every Time I Die

House Of Blues

The Buffalo, N.Y., fivesome's mildly mathy hardcore would be utterly East Coast were it not for their super-stewing it in groovy Southern rawk. So while they certainly go at it with bare-knuckle gusto, ETID's involved song structures shun hardcore's signature repetitiveness, and vocalist Keith Buckley boasts a wonderfully grainy, versatile instrument capable of so much more than just barking refrains. The crafted battering ram that is "The Marvelous Slut" might be the thinking man's New Millennium punk, yet the intricate riffery and high-plains howl of "Wanderlust" conjures heyday Corrosion of Conformity. If you're angry as fuck but still fancy a challenge, get in the pit. —Paul Rogers