Show of the Week

Justice, Oct. 17th, 9 p.m. at Metro

Do you not want to dance even a little bit to that? Do you not tap your feet a tad? Do not feel the least bit happier when you here that? If so, you may be a prick. For the rest of you, go check out French electro-dance act Justice. Tickets are sold out, but give it a shot, it’ll be worth it.

Best of the Rest

Architecture in Helsinki, Oct. 16th, 7 p.m. at Metro

You know that Elvis Costello quote, “Talking about music is like dancing to architecture?” He clearly wasn’t considering this Australian group, mainly because they didn’t exist at the time. This large-scale group plays cheerful, childish songs and highly danceable rock numbers, so whether you feel footloose-and-fancy free or just plain twee, they’ve got you covered. Tickets cost $16.

The New Pornographers, Oct. 18th and 19th, 8 and 9 p.m. (respectively) at Metro

The first Canadian super-group of this decade (remember when there was only one?), The New Pornos, as they are frequently referred to, still pump out uber-energetic power pop songs for all of us music lovers to enjoy. I’m not sure whether members Neko Case or Dan Bejar will be on tour (never know) but this group still rocks. Check ‘em out for only $24!

Bright Eyes, Oct. 19th, 7:30 p.m. at the Chicago Theater

Playing at the Chicago Theater for the past bajillion weeks - Shear Madness, a play about cutting hair or something. Bright Eyes actually gets to play here, one of the most famous venues in America. That’s awesome. Wanna know what is even cooler? NU alum Andrew Bird opens, an awesome incentive to attend an already cool show. Tickets cost between $25-35.

Avoid at all Costs

Fall Out Boy with a crap-ton of horrid bands, Oct. 20, 7 p.m. at Allstate Arena a.k.a the Fifth Level of Hades

Everyone is entitled to their own musical tastes and can like whatever they want blah blah blah, I got it, you don’t want someone making fun of you because you like utterly terrible music. OK, cool, whatever. But honestly, I have a pretty good idea of the type of person going to this show, also featuring moronic groups Gym Class Heroes, Plain White T’s and (I can’t believe I’m typing this) Cute is What We Aim For. You’ll have your bros wearing slightly tilted baseball caps, primed for a night of intense beerponging post-show, jumping around and throwing up wicked devil horns whenever Pete Wentz says something to the eXtreme. You’ll also get your girls who base their musical tastes around the KISS FM playlist, wistfully dreaming of the hawt dudes they want to get with during “Hey There Delilah” because their definition of love is Zac Efron speeding up to them on a rad motorcycle to whisk them away from their complicated world of Grey’s Anatomy parties and late-night Cosmo sessions. Listen, I love the grand ol’ USA a lot, but knowing in the back of my mind this show will probably sell out makes me want to hitch my wagon to the back of The New Pornos wagon and spend the rest of my days in Montreal with all the other Wolf Parade-lovin Canadians. Oh wait, Nickelback is from there. Guess I’m screwed!