Eric Grandy likes the new Deerhoof record, and they’re playing Neumo’s tonight.

DEERHOOF, BLACK BLACK, LETI ANGEL
(Neumo’s) Deerhoof’s live shows are one of the few concert experiences that actually approach something like transcendence. Their music, when amplified and live, is spine-tingling, skin-crawling stuff. Some bands’ physiological impact might get lost in the cavernous room at Neumo’s, but Deerhoof’s expansive sound could fill up a black hole, let alone a high-ceilinged club. Of course, their live shows are also notable for Satomi Matsuzaki’s bizarre, almost condescending broken-English hand-jive routines, such an expected staple of their act that an astute fan should have all her moves down pat by now. But now that the band are a trio it seems unlikely that Matsuzaki will have much time for comic gestures. Deerhoof redux still have an awesome sound to produce, and half the fun at this show will be seeing how their streamlined incarnation pulls it off. ERIC GRANDY

Also tonight:

Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death and Loving Thunder at the High Dive.

Dr. Lonnie Smith at the Triple Door.

And Dave Segal thinks you should go see the Noisettes at the Rendezvous.

Nobody in Seattle sounds like the Noisettes. They’ve undergone heavy exposure to classic sci-fi-film scores like Louis and Bebe Barron’s Forbidden Planet and Gil Mellé’s Andromeda Strain, and immersed themselves in Morton Subotnick’s Moog explorations, Raymond Scott’s avant-garde ad jingles, and Tangerine Dream’s stratospheric pulsations. The Noisettes’ alien gastric bleeps and spacey synth murmurs are simultaneously unsettling and oddly calming, poignantly forlorn yet slightly kitsch.