Single Mothers

Single Mothers made their name by being downright nasty. On the Canadian punk band’s 2014 breakout “Negative Qualities,” frontman Drew Thomson used the mic to air out each and every grievance he had with the world — and his own failings as someone half-drunkenly stumbling through it. The rotating cast of players that form Thomson’s supporting quintet have since added their own oomph into the mix, with grating guitars and ferocious drumming. The band’s latest album, “Through A Wall,” polishes the caustic spewing of previous albums but still sounds as rude and vital as ever. Dec. 6 at 7:30 p.m. at DC9. $12.

Lucy Dacus

Her triumphant solo album “Historian” — plus the formation of the super-trio Boygenius with contemporaries Julien Baker and Phoebe Bridgers — made Lucy Dacus the toast of the indie rock world in 2018. Usually, you would expect an artist to ride this high by touring for a while and leaving fans thirsting for the next album. Instead, Dacus delivered “2019,” a collection of songs released as singles over the past year. The album features standout covers, including “La Vie en Rose” and “Dancing in the Dark,” plus a sprinkling of original songs that showcase the 24-year-old’s burgeoning knack for biting wordplay and singalong melodies. Dec. 7 at 10 p.m. (doors open) at 9:30 Club. Sold out.

Bob Dylan

For nearly 60 years, one of our world’s finest mythmakers has spun indelible yarns about life on this floating rock — but for much of the past 20 of them, Bob Dylan’s live performances have become a game of “name that tune.” Maybe the legendary 78-year-old troubadour has come to realize that his penchant for rearranging his songs with different inflections and lyrics, like so many refrigerator magnets, have become old hat. He’s reportedly performing his songs directly and clearly on his latest tour. Considering how much road he’s traveled in this life, now would be a good time to genuflect. Dec. 8 at 8 p.m. at the Anthem. Sold out.

Horse Jumper of Love

Downtempo slowcore is a gooey style of indie rock that can make you feel like you’re trudging along with no end in sight — but the finest artists working in that subgenre, such as Horse Jumper of Love, can transform all that plodding into a righteous saga. The Boston trio crafts missives around the anxious memories that cloud singer Dimitri Giannopoulos’s brain. It’s easy to get lost in the haze of the band’s latest, “So Divine,” were it not for Giannopoulos’s anthemic howls carving through the fog of helplessness. Dec. 9 at 8 p.m. at Songbyrd. $12-$15.