CSS and Bonde do Role may be getting credit for kicking off the first wave of Brazilian gender-fuck spunk-funk carioca, but they're both essentially Tetine cover bands. Think Diplo's boosterism alone is the reason favela-hump is the new death disco? Nope--you got Tetine to thank for that too. Often overlooked and unknown outside of taste-making circles, the duo's been active as shit since 1995, releasing eight albums, curating several comps (including last year's Brazilian no-wave primer The Sexual Life of the Savages on Soul Jazz), producing 20 short films and music videos, and hosting a biweekly radio show for Resonance FM in their adopted home of London. Their latest, L.I.C.K. My Favela (Slum Dunk) is wall-to-wall with sassy party jawns, grrrl-queer liberation polemics, and Miami-bass boom. --Jessica Hopper
Psychic Secession (Load), the latest from Portland duo Yellow Swans, is the kind of album you sink into and have a hard time coming out of, one so violently invigorating it can change your mood from dreamy to despondent to hostile to emboldened and back again. It's an industrial wasteland littered with rusty hinges, discarded pipes, dental drills, and cow carcasses, and no matter what narratives you wind up spinning as it stretches out before you--think of it as Rorschach noise--in the end they'll always turn out evil. A translucent spider slowly weaves a shimmery web in a dark corner of the woods; a river of lava flows beneath the ever-shifting tectonic plates of a preprehistoric earth; time suddenly reverses and fog is sucked back into a bay; a piece of awful machinery stirs to life after years of neglect, and once it's in motion there's no stopping whatever horror it was designed for. --Liz Armstrong
This show is part of the Adventures in Modern Music festival; see page TK for a complete schedule. Tetine headlines, Colleen plays third, the Yellow Swans play second, and Spires That in the Sunset Rise open. a 9 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, 773-276-3600 or 866-468-3401, $15.