As revolting as the name I’m in You is (it was a Peter Frampton album title, after all), the Brooklyn drama rockers’ racket almost makes up for it. This is because of the way they often use a steady, almost-disco drum beat to support non sequitur Afro-beat horns and Zappa-like flourishes. When pinned against their speak-sing vocals and war-centric tongue-in-cheek lyrics, you gotta figure these guys own every Talking Heads, Violent Femmes, and later Camper Van Beethoven record ever released—not that any of that makes up for the Frampton nod. With Sonoi and free BBQ.
Sat., July 4, 8 p.m., 2009