Remember when the Blow—gorgeous melodies sung by Khaela Maricich over recorded beats and bleeps—performed at the Genius Awards party at the library in September, and all those people in suits and ties and evening gowns were dancing and sweating and screaming for more, and some poor guy had to come out and tell everyone the show was over, and the crowd revolted, and someone said he was going to go home and put on "Fists Up," because the Blow hadn't performed it, and everyone cheered? Dear Khaela, can you do "Fists Up" this time? Please? (The Triple Door, 216 Union St, 838-4333. 8 pm, $12, 21+.)

If Coachwhips, John Dwyer's earlier band, were Mars, and his solo project OCS was Venus, Thee Oh Sees are definitely the moons of Saturn. The San Francisco garage rocker's vocals are slowly disappearing behind the dark side of the planet as the drums and bass orbit toward us, with fuzzed-out guitar surfing between them. Plus, the Wildrose is the best place to see a punk show on the Hill—no piss-rot in the bathrooms, the mac 'n' cheese is tasty, and those lesbians love to dance. (Wildrose, 1021 E Pike St, 324-9210. 9 pm, $5, 21+.)