There's a fine line between being eccentrically wacky and downright fucking annoying. If the capitalization of tUne-yArDs' name is your first exposure to the band, it would be easy to file them in the "Wait, did a 12-year-old in a chat room name this band?" category. Thankfully, core yArD'er Merrill Garbus' vision for her band is even more playful than her grasp of capitalization. As a concept on paper, tUne-yArDs sounds a bit sparse and one-dimensional; Garbus building drum and vocal loops on the fly with some spry bass lines anchoring it all. In practice, the band pops and clicks through a beautifully garbled new millennium take on the primal rhythms and vocal styles of African music, careening from haunting odes to lost love to fiery, politically charged material and into colorful soundscapes that burst at the seams with a joy for sonic exploration without ever becoming unlistenable. With Buke & Gass, Thousands. GREGORY FRANKLIN

Fri., April 29, 8 p.m., 2011

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