Posters make for great propaganda. If I really was an agent of agitprop, I’d tell you to make a sign that said, “We’re Not Going to Take It” and listen to The Who’s Tommy over and over whilst you await the next great protest march. Instead, being ultimately devoted to music as it were, I’m going to urge you to check out the poster for the show happening at Launchpad (618 Central SW) on Saturday, May 13. After you admire its graphic grandeur, blast yourself on over to the venue to hear some of the best bands this military outpost in the desert has to offer. Before you strap yourself in, I’ll tell you a bit about them, so that when you touchdown, you’ll be ready to rock. First Chicharra: Three bassists with ample and absolutely mesmerizing abilities (Mauro Woody, Monica Demarco and Marisa Demarco) and two drummers (John Butler and Henry Hutchinson) make for more than just an insect-mimicking, bone-permeating buzz. These five take what others might have grounded in novelty and turn it into high flying art. Second, Prism Bitch: Their continued rise to the top of Burque’s rocanrol heap is loud, luscious, louche. Further: Mauricio Paez and Karie Morgan, AKA The Talking Hours, provide the sort of reality-rattling, bare-bones rock that rushes through the ears and straight to the heart in a transgressively winsome way. And then: Fuzzy power trio SugarMotor (Adam Saidel, Chris Moffat and Justin Curtner) will totally freak you out with their three-headed approach to the genre. For $5 and a 21+ ID, how can you refuse? I’d didn’t think so. Here’s your space helmet; liftoff is at 9pm, fellow astronauts.