THE FIERY FURNACES8:30 p.m., Revolution. $10.
Back in the early part of the decade, when the Fiery Furnaces
first unleashed their brand of pop experimentation on a hugely receptive indie scene, I caught them in Nashville. They were touring behind “My Blueberry Boat,” a woozy album marked by equal parts experimentation and catchy hooks. They played everything at double time. It could've been a punk show. But defying expectations has always been the Fiery Furnaces' m.o. Anchored by siblings Eleanor and Matthew Friedberger, the group has, over the course of the last decade, cut an album with the Friedbergers' grandmother, spliced dozens of live versions of the same song into collage-style tracks and recorded a covers album of its own material. Lately, the Friedbergers have talked of a “silent record” and launched a new initiative, “Democ-Rock,” which encourages “Citi-zen-Fan-Audiences” to help out with the songwriting process by passing the siblings the sort of old scraps of paper you might find in the bottom of your purse. That we're still listening no matter what the crackpot concept or instrumental adventure surely says something about the power of those hooks. Drug Rug
from Cambridge, Mass., opens