The buzz and bleat of an electrified bass-type thing, the same insistent drums that make you feel queasy on the subway, a keyboard palming heavy tones, and the occasional chewed-on bit of Moroder’s electric dreams. There are vocals in Miracles, too, but it’s the way all of this intersects in the trio’s whacked, tense, and powerfully skeletal music that makes for true prayer. These dudes genuflect before post-rock then kick out its knees. What a bunch of punks. With Adult Themes and Yvette.
Tue., Feb. 8, 9 p.m., 2011