There’s no mistaking what War on Women is all about, from the band’s name down. The Baltimore five-piece makes hardcore punk with a thrash-metal sheen, but what sets it apart from a crowd of moshers and headbangers is its explicitly feminist lyrics and message. Each War on Women song is a self-contained explosion of fury — about rape culture, reproductive rights, street harassment, the gender wage gap and beyond. On its new album, “Capture the Flag,” War on Women directs its anger at another target: President Trump, whom the band refers to as the “Predator in Chief.” Now the battles the band has been fighting for years are on the world stage. June 29 at 9 p.m. at Rock & Roll Hotel. $12-$15.
When French DJ-producer Brodinski showed up on the electronic dance music scene, he made the kind of four-on-the-floor electro-house hybrids that were all the rage in the late aughts. Soon, he would co-found trendsetting label Bromance, a home for his and his contemporaries’ club-ready techno — ever so slightly more subtle and with more soul. It was these productions that caught the ear of Kanye West and Company and led to production work on West’s 2013 opus, “Yeezus.” Since then, Brodinski has become a fixture in the Atlanta rap underground, slowing down techno into trap and moving dance floors at a different tempo. June 30 at 10 p.m. at Ten Tigers Parlour. $15-$20.
It has been only a few years since British singer-songwriter Sam Smith and his androgynous tenor helped make Disclosure’s “Latch” a sleeper hit. On the strength of his voice, Smith scored hits of his own (“Stay With Me”) and established himself as a pop star with his pristine — if overproduced — debut album, “In the Lonely Hour .” Last year, Smith returned with “The Thrill of It All,” a quintessential breakup album that found him mending a broken heart with syrupy ballads and the occasional midtempo jam. But even if the songs and lyrics tend toward the generic, Smith’s voice is legit: a falsetto that flawlessly fills arenas with ease. July 3 at 8 p.m. at Capital One Arena. $40.25-$125.
Separately, the members of Mock Identity make moody electronic pop, abrasive noise punk and experimental ambient. But bring them together, and the D.C.-based band makes politically minded post-hardcore. Vocalist Adriana-Lucia Cotes sings vivid, visceral poetry (in English with a smattering of Spanish) as her melodies take a circuitous path through Jeff Barsky’s angular riffs and the off-kilter rhythms of Joshua David Hoffman and Nate Scheible. “I hope you see me one day, doing my own damn thing,” Cotes swaggers on the opening track of Mock Identity’s just-released debut album, “Paradise.” Make that day today, at the band’s record release party. July 5 at 7:30 p.m. (doors) at the Black Cat. $10.
Correction: A previous version of this article listed the incorrect title for Sam Smith’s debut album. This version has been updated.