Featuring members of Future Fossils, Radio-Flyer and Omni, the Mothership has some seriously gloomy cred. True to form, on the band's terminally grunge-leaning new LP, Ten Miles Wide, there is rarely a moment not dominated by huskily shouted vocals or an onslaught of guitars and drums having a shoving match with your eardrums. Not so many celebratory moments to be found in the music of the Mothership -just pure, brutal, pointedly hard rock. Naming the band "the Mothership" and utilizing an album cover of an alien playing golf comes off as some kind of cosmic, winking reference to long-lost bands and their long-lost side-projects from the '70s and '80s. But any notion of kidding around is erased from the word go with the Mothership, and what's left is the perpetual rock machine. 

[Hell's Kitchen, with Keeping the Gates, Vera Solaris, Halcion Halo, 9 p.m., $3, 928 Pacific Ave., Tacoma, 253.759.6003]