With most of the tools one needs to make music just a few clicks and downloads away, it’s no surprise that new artists are being made without ever needing to pick up more than a laptop. But it would be hard to match the idiosyncrasies of Sidney Gish. The 22-year-old artist self-released “No Dogs Allowed” in 2017 from her Northeastern University dorm room. Though you may think bedroom pop is a lo-fi, no frills affair, Gish’s songs are teeming with intricate samplings and instrumental parts, all conjured up by the young musician. But what is most charming about Gish is the infusion of acerbic self-awareness in lyrics about navigating her life. And the best might be yet to come, as she’s done all this before graduating. Aug. 17 at 8 p.m. at Songbyrd. $13-$15.
At the same time the Philadelphia Flyers mascot Gritty was taking the country by storm, a hardcore quintet from the City of Brotherly Love was showing why that orange fuzzball earned its name. Jesus Piece delivers tunes that are filled with grit and a punishing brand of rage. The vocals pierce through thick and heavy guitars, but what burrows into your gut are the barraging drums that rumble through every song. Their 2018 album “Only Self” is a pristine template for what hardcore can accomplish with enough time and space to envelop your ears with atmosphere. Aug. 18 at 8 p.m. at Rock & Roll Hotel. $18.
The story goes that the latest album from Summer Cannibals was put to tape immediately after an entire album was scrapped because of singer Jessica Boudreaux removing herself from a toxic relationship with a former collaborator. That haste adds a ferocity that courses through the Portland, Ore., quartet’s “Can’t Tell Me No.” There’s beauty found in the almost jagged nature of some of the songs, which threaten to veer into audible middle fingers at any and all who would threaten them. But the band skillfully blazes a path forged by wailing guitars and gang vocals that show Boudreaux is not alone in this fight. Aug. 18 at 9 p.m. at Comet Ping Pong. $12.
Pop punk isn’t just for angsty teens if artists such as Alex Lahey have anything to say about it. The songs on her latest album, “The Best of Luck Club,” dig through the grab bag of complicated, nervous energy found in growing up and wanting more of the world. What the 27-year-old Australian uncovers shines through in her infectious anthems and bursting guitars. All that places her near the top of a growing wave of singer-songwriters who nod at classic rockers but really are blasting the likes of Tegan and Sara and Paramore out their car windows. Aug. 22 at 7 p.m. at U Street Music Hall. $15.