[Thursday, November 6] The show tonight celebrating the release of Ball of Wax 14 is going unplugged. But no, there will be not be fringy suede jacket wearing cowboys from New Jersey singing about riding a steel horse, nor should you expect morose Bowie covers from flannel-clad Northwesterners. No, Levi Fuller is bringing it back home to the original acoustic style performances that started the BOW party in Fuller’s own basement fourteen releases ago. Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Ave. N.W., 784-4880. 8 p.m., $6.

[Friday, November 7] The brainchild of Swedish singer and multi-instrumentalist Gustav Ejstes, Dungen is a psych-rock juggernaut that affixes the kind of ear-searing guitar fuzz propagated by the likes of Hendrix and Mascis to delicate flute-piano-strings passages reminiscent of vintage Scandinavian porn soundtracks (or maybe an Air album). In the studio, Ejstes aE“ further influenced by free jazz, soul, and traditional Swedish folk music aE“ plays virtually all of the instruments, but onstage Dungen transforms into a quartet for maximum psychedelic transcendence.With Women, Matthew and the Arrogant Six. Chop Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., 324-8000. 9 p.m., $12 adv, $14 dos. Listen to SA¤tt Att Se.

[Saturday, November 8] After listening to WallpaperaE™s K Records debut, On The Chewing Gum Ground, over and over and over again, I sincerely wish I could cover my bedroom walls with it. No, really. If I could always wake up surrounded by bouncy, cheerful rock and roll music with bongos and keyboards and lots of different guitars, I would be a happier person. With Calvin Johnson (DJ set). Comet Tavern, 922 E. Pike St., 323-9853. 9 p.m., $7.

[Saturday, November 8] Uh Huh Her, the L.A. duo of singer/multi-instrumentalists Camila Grey (ex-Mellowdrone) and Leisha Hailey (who also plays aEœAlice PieszeckiaE in ShowtimeaE™s The L Word) is very cool in its own right. With their Peter Hook-y basslines, zap-gun synthesizers, propulsive beats, sensual vocals, and occasional shoegazer/drone atmospherics, Uh Huh Her lives at the intersection where Ladytron, Curve, the Cardigans, and Heaven or Las Vegas-era Cocteau Twins meet. With the Fashion. Neumos, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467. 8 p.m., $18 adv. Listen to Not a Love Song.

[Saturday, November 8] Eric Bachmann has racked up serious frequent flyer miles wandering the musical map. Ever since those indie darlings Archers of Loaf broke up in 1998, his project Crooked Fingers has too many permutations of alternative folk-pop to count. The tradition continues with Forfeit/Fortune, the groupaE™s new album. With Port OaE™Brien, Sarah Jaffe. Chop Suey, 1325 E. Madison St., 324-8000. 9 p.m., $12 adv, $14 dos. Listen to Phony Revolutions.

[Sunday, November 9] Ray LaMontagne is a denim-clad throwback, and that makes him a pretty cool dude. Instead of ripping of Coldplay and John Mayer just like every other young singer-songwriter in America, the dude grew a thick-ass beard and studied the California cokeheads of the 1970s: Stephen Stills, Michael McDonald, J.D. Souther, Berkeley-era Van the Man and so on. As with his heroes, LaMontagne searches for that elusive common ground between confessional folk music and pleading Southern soul. McCaw Hall, 301 Mercer St. 8 p.m., $31-$55. All ages. Listen to You Are The Best Thing.

[Sunday, November 9 and Monday, November 10] There are heroes among us. Some wear uniforms, some wear spandex, and some dress like you and me. And one of mine is a man named Nick Nelson. A few years ago at the Sasquatch! Music festival, Mr. Nelson noticed a horrifying sight. Twenty yards away from him was the Grand Wizard of corny Top 40 slop, Jason Mraz. We had just suffered through a half hour of his hokey lyrics and cookie cutter acoustic funk. Jason decided to wander around the crowd with a Polaroid camera in tow and take pictures with drunk girls. Noticing that something had to be done to hedge the level of douche in the crowd, Nick walked up to the musician and said, Hey! You look like Jason Mraz! Before Mraz could respond, Nick quipped, That guy is a fucking douchebag. The singer-songwriter looked on in disbelief as Nick stood before him like a Chinese dissident would stand before tanks in Tiananmen Square. Bewildered, Mraz staggered off in shock as the sunaE™s golden rays shone upon Nick, creating what I swear looked like a faint halo. If you ever meet Nick, shake his hand and thank him for his service. The world could use a few more of him. Paramount Theatre, 911 Pine St., 683-1414. 7:30 p.m., $27.50-$37.50. Listen to IaE™m Yours.

[Monday, November 10] When Staten Island, New Yorker Ingrid Michaelson first seeped into the public consciousness last year, she aE“ like Lily Allen, Arctic Monkeys, and a handful of other Internet success stories before her aE“ was written about as much for her aEœbig breakaE story as for the music she was making (perhaps even more so). Still, her sweet, endearing, sorta old-timey croon, clever lyrics, and upbeat, jazzy acoustic-pop songs obviously resonated with legions of online pals, and eventually with the masses when several tunes from 2007aE™s Girls and Boys wound up on episodes of GreyaE™s Anatomy and an Old Navy commercial. With Newton Faulkner, David Ford. Neumos, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467. 7 p.m., $16. All ages. Listen to Be OK.

[Tuesday, November 11] In 1993, the Pixies’ dissolution freed bassist Kim Deal to address her songwriting jones, pick up the guitar and focus full-time on her side project, the Breeders. Tanya Donelly’s departure to form Belly placed the writing duties squarely on Kim’s shoulders, and she responded spectacularly on the breakthrough Last Splash. Kim and identical twin Kelley were the driving force behind a vibrant, playful album that turned girl-group conventions upside-down, featured the insanely catchy singles Cannonball and One Divine Hammer and went platinum. Neumos, 925 E. Pike St. 709-9467. 8 p.m. $25 adv. Listen to Cannonball.