Tonight: Daniel Martin Moore and Ben Sollee, Black Breath, Tobacco

Daniel Martin Moore and Ben Sollee, with Sam Squared. Crocodile, 2200 Second Ave., 441-7416. 8 p.m. $12. Kentucky singer-writers Moore and Sollee are touring in support of their collaboration, Dear Companion. The record addresses the issue of the Mountaintop Removal method of coal mining in Appalachia - read my interview with Moore for more about MTR, the non-profit Appalachian Voices that will receive a portion of Dear Companion's profits, and how Moore first signed to Sub Pop Records.

Black Breath. Easy Street Records, 20 Mercer St., 691-3279. 6 p.m. Free. All ages. There aren't many Northwest metal bands poised quite so naturally for national success as the men of Black Breath, who first began making a dark racket out of Bellingham in 2005. Though still a relatively young band, diligent touring and a stunning EP (Razor to Oblivion, released on their own Hot Mass Records) that seamlessly fuses blistering hardcore to the curves of classic metal quickly earned them a fleet of underground fans and a sweetheart deal with one of the most prestigious label's within their genre. Southern Lord Records picked up distribution of the EP and today releases the band's full-length, Heavy Breathing. The band embarks on an epic tour with Converge next month, so today's in-store at Easy Street is going to be one of your last chances to catch them in a smaller setting. HANNAH LEVIN

Tobacco, with The Hood Internet, Dead Noise. Chop Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., 324-8000. 8 p.m. $10. Sheathed in a crackling vocoder, Tobacco is the musical persona of Black Moth Super Rainbow leader Tom Fec. As if that electro-psych troupe wasn't trippy enough, Tobacco adds the snap of underground rap to his solo work. 2008's Fucked Up Friends featured Aesop Rock as a guest, while his second release, May's Maniac Meat, has Beck rapping on two tracks. Otherwise, Maniac Meat represents an evolution of the subtlest kind, with Tobacco's fondness for mossy synths, bleary effects, and evocative song titles very much intact. There's even a pop pulse to the opening "Constellation Dirtbike Head," despite a creepy refrain of "Don't eat the berries around you." The songs are weird and brief, like flickers of communication from another galaxy. DOUG WALLEN

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