POP/ROCK With their jackhammering techno-metal sound and flashing stage lights, Sleigh Bells may stage the most seizure-inducing rock show around. The Brooklyn duo's hyperactive album "Reign of Terror" had a flavor-of-the-month reign back in February, but its thick wall of brawny beats and loud-cranking guitars ultimately felt hollow. In concert, though, leather-clad singer Alexis Krauss balances out the noise with rock star charisma and an enchantingly cool voice. Opening electronic dance wiz kid AraabMuzik was a standout at the Summer Set fest in August. (9 p.m. Fri., First Avenue. $25.) Chris Riemenschneider
Like Sleigh Bells, they have an electro-crunch sound and sexy boy/girl makeup, but it's just a nice coincidence that Wiping Out Thousands is hosting the release party for its full-length debut right next door. The young Minneapolis duo, featuring starlet-in-waiting singer Alaine Dickman and grinding guitarist Taylor Nelson (both of whom also tinker on synths and digital gear), tied for third in City Pages' Picked to Click poll last month. Their album, "This Came First," alternates between moody trip-hop and madly whirring, experimental dance-rock. Opening trio Lalibertie features ex-Lookbook vocalist Maggie Morrison and Doomtree's Cecil Otter. Sloslylove also performs. (9 p.m. Fri., 7th Street Entry. $5.) Riemenschneider
Multimedia artist Laurie Anderson returns after a decade's absence to perform her latest show, "Dirtday!" Like everything Anderson, it defies easy description, but based on press accounts -- including our own interview at startribune.com/art -- it's a shaggy-dog collage that started as a rumination on America but shifted inexorably to preoccupations beyond, including language, dreams, evolution, health care and popes on other planets. With violin, of course. (8 p.m. Fri.-Sat., 7 p.m. Sun., Walker Art Center. Sold out.) Tim Campbell
When Allen Stone joined Daryl Hall and Sharon Jones in concert this year at the Orpheum Theatre, he proved his soul-music bona fides. Never mind that the 25-year-old from Seattle looked like a male, granola version of Taylor Swift with big glasses. Just close your eyes and listen. (9 p.m. Fri. Fine Line, $15.50-$17.50.) Jon Bream
Tender and imaginative Texas tunesmith Daniel Johnston has grown from a cultish, cassette-making songwriter sought after by Kurt Cobain and Thurston Moore to a TV commercial song man -- his classic "True Love Will Find You in the End" plays in a recent Axe deodorant ad (somehow, that doesn't stink at all). The subject of an excellent 2005 documentary about his struggles with bipolar disorder, Johnston has become an inspiring if rudimentary live performer. He's playing a few solo dates on his way to opening gigs for Conor Oberst, and he has both a new live vinyl collection and his first comic book in tow. Fellow Beatles lovers Sleeping in the Aviary open. (8 p.m. Fri., Cedar Cultural Center. All ages. $15.) Riemenschneider
Hard-grooving hippie soul-popsters Roster McCabe left home for a fall tour Sept. 2 and have been mostly gone ever since. That explains how the hard-working Minneapolis band claims to have played 800 gigs since 2009, and why their hometown fans marvel at their tight live shows. They're bringing Boston pals Gentleman Hall to town to open along with 4onthefloor frontman Gabriel Douglas. (9 p.m. Fri., Triple Rock. $15.) Riemenschneider
The wub-drubbing proselytizer of America's youth, Bassnectar has graduated from festival fave to arena headliner. The real-life Lorin Ashton grossed $3.5 million in ticket sales (think how many glow sticks that could buy!) in the first half of 2012 alone, underlining EDM's newfound prominence in U.S. pop culture. Already with an LP under his belt this year, the Cali bass baron dropped his "Freestyle" EP last month. Tickets are general-admission; floor wristbands will be distributed first come, first served starting at 10 a.m. Sat. Surging electro-house star Zedd, Gramatik and Gladkill open. (7:30 p.m. Sat., Target Center, $38-$41.) Michael Rietmulder
Another good one bites the dust. The Rockford Mules, who've been maxing out Twin Cities sound systems with their snaky/Southerny hard-rock for seven years, are amicably calling it quits. The four refreshingly unpretentious fellas have five kids among them now, and theirs is not the kind of band you can easily maintain on the side. They have one last four-song EP to drop at their farewell show, "O Tulip I Told You So," and -- proof they aren't afraid of a wild rock 'n' roll throwdown -- the Goondas will open. (9 p.m. Sat., Cause. $5.) Riemenschneider