Week of Wonders describe their music as "tropical punk," which I suppose is as good a place to start as anywhere. What do they mean when they say this? Upon first listening, the lo-fi guitars and reverb-laden vocals call to mind any of many psychedelic pop revivalists, but then that percussion begins to seep into the fore. The sprightlier the percussion becomes, the easier it is to be whisked away by Week of Wonders to warmer climates, where the murkiness of the humidity starts to soak your brain and encourage flights of fancy and hallucinatory revelry. It's unabashedly cheery music, which is a helpful quality under the near-constant low-hanging clouds of their native home of Seattle. Now that the clouds have begun to break, however, the music of Week of Wonders has nowhere to go but bigger and brighter, unencumbered by perpetual gloom.

WEEK OF WONDERS, w/ Humble Cub, Shogun Barbie, 8 p.m., Tahoma Tea & Co., 1932 Pacific Ave., Tacoma, cover charge, 253.572.2477