THE DELGADOS+AEREOGRAMME+THE ESSEX GREEN Like Belle and Sebastian, the Delgados are a Scottish band big in Britain but still semi-obscure over here, and their mix of fey, folky melodies, Flaming Lips-style space-rock sonics, and Brit-rock gloominess ought indeed to make American collegians go gaga. Ditto Aereogramme, fellow Scotsmen who take the same kind of depressed catchiness and go arty with it, fleshing out their mature melancholia with keyboard and electro soundscapes as innovative as Radiohead's. Odd band out Essex Green channel the Kinks like Spinal Tap channeled Black Sabbath. SUNDAY AND MONDAY AT 9, Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey Street, 212-533-2111. (Hoard)

FLAMING LIPS Do you realize what a high Wayne Coyne is on? After he unwittingly (or wittingly) megawatt-ed hapless be-suited headliner Beck off the stage during their messy co-tour last year, his brand of psychedelic sailing and pop-culture puppeteering earned the Lips' Yoshimi vs. the Pink Robots a surprise Grammy—allowing Coyne a chance to cheekily express his opposition to the war (accepting his untelevised award in a facial bandage). And now, he's got helicopters, yes he has. The Lips are topping their own bill, riding on good feedback of the Flight Test EP, just an appetizer for more delicious art gloop to come. FRIDAY AT 8, Roseland, 239 West 52nd Street, 212-777-6800. (Sinagra)

'JAZZ JAMBOREE' In a season given over largely to world-music concerts and big works, this presentation sounds like a can't-miss rejoinder of straight-shooting jazz. Michael Brecker will fracture the virtuosity-is-its-own-reward fans with his quartet, and Dave Holland will explore subtler precincts with his superb quintet, which includes Chris Potter, Robin Eubanks, Billy Kilson, and the increasingly interesting Steve Nelson. But the news of the evening is Wynton Marsalis's septet, which will augment its double-brass (Marsalis, trombonist Ron Westray) and double-saxophone front line (Sherman Irby and Victor Goines) with the addition of Joe Lovano, who is about as straight-shooting as they come. FRIDAY AT 8, Avery Fisher Hall, Lincoln Center, West 65th Street and Broadway, 212-721-6500. (Giddins)

Riding the wave: Yo La Tengo play the Beacon Theater on Friday (see music).
photo: Matthew Salacuse
Riding the wave: Yo La Tengo play the Beacon Theater on Friday (see music).

LADYTRON+CODEC AND FLEXOR Maybe it's because they're actually from Liverpool, but Ladytron are Brooklyn's best electroclash band. If A.R.E. Weapons are the ultimate Williamsburg hipsters, this dude and two fine ladies represent for the EU, especially in oddly affecting songs like the heart-melting "Seventeen," an icy-beated ode to wannabe models already past their prime after graduating high school. Also Eurotrash, Codec and Flexor draw as much from Detroit house as Kraftwerk. TUESDAY AT 8, Irving Plaza, 17 Irving Place, 212-777-6800. (Catucci)

'MINGUS SALUTES ELLINGTON' Sort of. To celebrate the Maestro's 101st b-day, the Mingus Big Band leaves its usual perch for a concert sponsored by the Ellington Society, which will include some Ellingtonia (including the far too rarely played "Sepia Panorama") in a program that focuses on Mingus's many compositional tributes, among them "Open Letter to Duke," "Duke Ellington's Sound of Love," and others that are less well-known. The mixture should be very compelling. SATURDAY AT 8, St. Peter's Church, 619 Lexington Avenue, 212-935-2200. (Giddins)

THROWING MUSES+AUDIO LEARNING CENTER Supporting their first album in seven years, the Muses are banking on the fond memories of thirtysomethings, and why not? They were huge benefactors of the '80s indie boom, and their catchy, indulgent folk-punk songs—all of 'em built around Kristen Hersh's brooding, waifish croon—hold up just as well as those of any other "poetic" college rockers. Emo-ists Audio Learning Center, who sound like the Muses would have if they'd started in the late '90s, bury soft, pretty melodies and existentialist lyrics in delicately interwoven (if occasionally punk) Northwest-style guitar ramblings. SATURDAY AT 8, Irving Plaza, 17 Irving Place, 212-777-6800. (Hoard)

YERBA BUENA Venezuelan expat Andrés Levín has produced artists all over the musical map (Tina Turner to David Byrne to Los Amigos Invisibles), last year tweaking beats on the Fela Kuti tribute Red Hot + Riot . . . Rolling up his sleeves to lead Yerba, NYC's most combustible Afro-Latin dance group, Levín may well ignite the first U.S. urban Latino music revolution since the 1970s. The addictive combination of Nigerian Afrobeat, East Coast hip-hop, Nuyorican boogaloo, and Afro-Cuban grooves on the multilingual band's debut, President Alien, gets only more potent live. With DJ Prince Paul. THURSDAY AT 9, Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey Street, 212-533-2111. (Massamour)

YO LA TENGO When last seen around these parts, Georgia Hubley, Ira Kaplan, and James McNew were celebrating the eight nights of Hanukkah near their safe Hoboken home. Now they're celebrating their first album in three years, a warm, tuneful thing that should translate to the stage as vividly as Georgia's drumming exhibitions, Ira's guitar contortions, and James's Neil Young impressions. Also: Portastatic. FRIDAY AT 8, Beacon Theater, 2124 Broadway, 212-307-7171. (Christgau)


VERA LUTTER Lutter's massive photographs use large, dark rooms as camera obscuras to record either their own contents or landscapes outside. Since her subjects, including the derelict Pepsi-Cola factory in Long Island City and the Frankfurt International Airport, are exposed over a long period of time and reproduced in negative, the work's spectacular specificity is matched only by its hallucinatory slipperiness. Best in show: two triptychs of ruined industrial interiors in which what appear to be huge mirrors turn out to be Lutter's earlier photos of the same space, reflecting the negative vista as an equally alluring positive. THROUGH MAY 3, Gagosian Gallery, 555 West 24th Street, 212-741-1111. (Aletti)

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