Twig Harper


Pharmaceutical trials and alternate levels of consciousness are among dovetail nicely within the context of this Baltimore-based musician’s discography, the sonic equivalent, roughly speaking, of a Bob Evans Border Scramble Biscuit Bowl prepared using a Brahmanda. Harper, a member of esoteric noise crew Nautical Almanac, isn’t so much down for “noise” or “anti-music” or “diner dumpster sound collage” as he is for simulations of atoms freaking out and tearing themselves apart. What this means for you: no melodies, no rhythms, no refrains, no discernible velocity, nobody left around to help tidy up after your block party, not even the cops.

Fri., Jan. 20, 8 p.m., 2012