The Coup, with SOL, Canary Sing, DJ Funkscribe. Neumos, 925 E. Pike St., 709-9467. 8 p.m. $13. There’s definitely no shortage of politicized hip-hop in Seattle; in fact, our city is a downright respectable producer and consumer in that aspect. But the Oakland-based duo of Raymond “Boots” Riley and DJ Pam the Funkstress, who’ve had songs featured in movies (Superbad) and video games (NBA Live, Skate), bring a uniquely funk-laced brand of Marxism to the table–one that’s brought them close with the similarly radical Dead Prez and top-notch emcees like Black Thought and Talib Kweli. Witty remarks mesh with evident passion, emphasizing an impressive balance struck between humor and controlled anger capable of energizing speaker systems and activists alike. NICK FELDMANMonotonix, with Pierced Arrows, What What Now. High Dive, 513 N. 36th St., 632-0212. 9:30 p.m. $12. Seeing Monotonix perform their garage-rock anthems is, in the plainest terms, a fucking experience. The band rarely ever plays on an actual stage, instead setting up in the middle of the room and letting the crowd riot around them. They are ear-splittingly loud and unabashedly shirtless. They throw things: instruments, clothing, drinks. Sometimes, there is fire; often, there is bleeding. They’ve been summarily banned from pretty much every venue in their hometown of Tel Aviv. None of this says anything about the band’s music: Monotonix’s guitar-heavy songs are rhythm-driven but not super-sonic. They don’t carry one-tenth the energy on record that they do live, so you don’t need to the own the album. Just buy a fucking ticket. PAIGE RICHMOND