Jawdropping guitarist Marnie Stern evokes King Crimson with her inventive mathematical tones and dramatic flurries of notes and hammer-ons. It’s at once majestic and thoroughly fucked up, like Sarah Silverman emceeing the carnival coronation of invading aliens. Such intensity can be unsettling at first, but it grows on you. Part of it is how, within the bracing attack, there’s an exultant anthemic fueled both by Stern’s girly Go! Team-ish gang vocals and the surprisingly agile, durable melodies around which the chaos forms. Music this oddly shaped isn’t usually this catchy, but last year’s self-titled album mesmerizes like a fiery roadside wreck aglow against azure twilight.
Wed., Sept. 28, 8pm. $12. With No Joy. First Unitarian Church, 2125 Chestnut St. 866.468.7619. r5productions.com
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