From Data Breaker:

Plump DJs

(Trinity) Plump DJs—England's Andy Gardner and Lee Rous—rank among the elite producer/DJs of nu skool breaks, a subgenre with deep roots in big beat—the mid-'90s movement that spawned Chemical Brothers, Fatboy Slim, Headrillaz, Propellerheads, and other (mainly) British artists who fed wicked funk samples steroids and speed and proceeded to rock parties harder than a motherfucker. Plump DJs' tracks typically ride lascivious, distorted bass lines and beats that splat with almost slapstick force, over which they spray cheeky vocal hooks and outlandish high-frequency effects. It's music geared to make you dance as vigorously as it is to make you smile; their track "Squeeks & Bleeps" could practically be a mission statement. DAVE SEGAL

From Up & Coming:

Built to Spill, Disco Doom, Finn Riggins

(Showbox at the Market) Built to Spill's recent performances—whether revisiting the entirety of Perfect from Now On or structuring their set lists based on their fans' requests—have found the indie veterans dwelling on their back catalog. So if you've seen the band in the last 18 months, you've probably caught an uncharacteristically nostalgic angle of Doug Martsch and company. It's unfortunate—while Ancient Melodies of the Future and You in Reverse have yet to achieve the cult status of their early albums, it doesn't mean they're not incredible records. With last month's release of their seventh studio full-length, There Is No Enemy, it's likely the majority of tonight's set will feature newer material. And that should be every bit as exciting as hearing the band play "Car" again. BRIAN COOK

Thunderheist, Winter Gloves, DJ Colby B

(Chop Suey) Canadian duo Thunderheist (MC Isis and Grahm Zilla) set the party off with a flagrant electro-disco-hiphop-R&B group grope. They exude that Spank Rock—ish/Amanda Blank—esque 'tude that makes blood rush to your pelvic region even as their music's prodding your limbs into akimbo (and compromising) positions. Their self-titled 2009 album on Big Dada may be responsible for a slight spike in next year's birthrate. Montreal's Winter Gloves play that jittery, skinny-jeaned, whiny-boy-voiced rock that makes you sashay your way through Urban Outfitters and American Apparel shops with a ridiculous spring in your step. Their most recent album, About a Girl, is more about the rapture than it is Nirvana. DAVE SEGAL

Chali 2na, Gift of Gab, Mr. Lif, Lyrics Born

(Neumos) Here we have four very recognizable voices to anyone familiar with the last decade of underground hiphop: Chali 2na's bassy bounce, formerly (the only reason you listened to the raps) of Jurassic 5; Gift of Gab, the breathless, fourth-dimensional lungquistador from Blackalicious; recent Seattle transplant Mr. Lif, the ex—Def Jukie with the incisive, dead-on nasal flow and killer live show; and Lyrics Born, the Bay Area's hit-making, syrupy-singing MC. When their powers combine, a raucous and old-school-flavored party will no doubt jump off, with personality, skills, and funk to spare. LARRY MIZELL JR.

Jabon, Kelli Frances Corrado, Can the Boy Tell Time?

(Sunset) Can the Boy Tell Time? (Seattle's Peter Verdoes and Shannon Barry) recorded their album The Llama Tapes with production and a little keyboard and vocal help from the great Scott Colburn (Animal Collective, Sun City Girls, Arcade Fire, etc.). Not surprisingly, the result is a nine-track disc of wide-screen, orchestral rock that revels in the friction that ensues when melodiousness and discordance clash. One can hear in Can the Boy Tell Time?'s work aspirations to Flaming Lips' robustly ethereal mood-setting and deep-space, emotional fragility. This local band's grandiose visions command respect; their cloying moniker, not so much. DAVE SEGAL See also Stranger Suggests, page 23.

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