The cover of FootsXColes’s “Sitting in Outer Space” is a collage that juxtaposes the Old World with a cylindrical space station right out of cyberpunk touchstone “Neuromancer.” That anachronism-futurism divide is alive all across the album, which bounds between woozy, left-field hip-hop beats and intergalactic soul-funk. At this show, the DMV duo will be joined by another D.C.-based pair, Oh He Dead. Rather than stargazing like FootsXColes, Oh He Dead is firmly footed on the ground, turning out bluesy, rootsy soul music that’s brought to life by the wounded-but-defiant vocal harmonies of Cynthia Johnson and Andrew Valenti. March 8 at 8 p.m. at Union Stage. $12-$15.
Raised between the District and a farm in Georgia, Alice Smith debuted in 2006 with “For Lovers, Dreamers & Me,” an album that burnished her vocal bona fides at all points along the pop-rock-jazz-soul spectrum. Nary a review of her music — including this one! — fails to mention her four-octave range, but her rich voice has been largely absent from the scene since 2013’s “She.” Her rare dispatches have often been covers, like “The House of the Rising Sun” and “I Put a Spell on You,” but her long-gestating “Mystery” promises to be an album full of original compositions. March 9 at 8 p.m. at Lincoln Theatre. $35.
Even after operating for nearly two decades, the Disney pop machine is as strong as ever. The latest multihyphenate to join the House that Britney Built is 19-year-old Sabrina Carpenter. After breaking through with a role on “Girl Meets World,” the young starlet switched her focus to music, dropping her first album at 15. Since then, she’s adopted the genre-hopping of her predecessors, growing up from teeny bopper folk to more mature dance-pop. Her latest album features production by pop machine hitmakers both stateside (Warren “Oak” Felder, the Monsters and the Strangerz) and Scandinavian (Stargate, OzGo, Johan Carlsson) and finds her somewhere between Miley Cyrus and Ariana Grande. March 10 at 7 p.m. at the 9:30 Club. $35.
Of all the SoundCloud rappers looking to emo-tinged pop-punk for inspiration, few can handle the lyrics and melodies like Lil Tracy. The 23-year-old groans such lines as “Don’t judge me, just trust me / Let me know your secrets, I’m a diary / Kiss the tattoos on my neck, baby, tell me that you love me” over skittering, synth-heavy beats. But when he boasts, “This is the life that I chose / This is the life of a pop star,” keep in mind that he was born into it: His parents are SWV’s Cheryl Clemons and Digable Planets and Shabazz Palaces rapper-producer Ishmael Butler. March 14 at 8 p.m. at Songbyrd. Sold out.