Olà, Garotas Suecas. Welcome back to Brooklyn. You brought your São Paolobred jazz-funk this-a-way a few months ago, but there are some cultural updates you should be apprised of now: First, everyone is over Slumdog Millionaire—don't bring it up, you'll look geriatric. Coat-check prices are inversely proportional to the economy. Don't eat the peanut butter. And, most importantly, the dancing is full and frenetic—the passive shoegazers got priced out, and upbeat bands are the escapist salve at every club. Your Os Mutantesstyle bateria-and-bass gained traction at SXSW; deliver those same multi-instrumentalist theatrics, and we'll meet you in the middle.
Mon., April 6, 9 p.m., 2009