Try this musical experiment just for giggles: The next time youre hanging out with someone who is sonically conservative -- parents who yell at you to turn that crap off, your boyfriend whos way too into jam bands, that prissy co-worker who couldnt let her hair down if her life depended on it -- crank M.I.A.s latest album, Kala. Watch their faces contort at the Indian-influenced chirps of Bird Flu. By the time they feel the booming braggadocio of Boyz in their chest, theyll probably ask you to turn the CD off. And thats just Track 3!
Sri Lankan-born, British-raised Mathangi "Maya" Arulpragasam doesnt make music for everyone. She spits bewildering lyrics over out-there beats that blend British grime, Brazilian baile-funk, Baltimore club music, Trinidad soca, and Jamaican dancehall influences. Sometimes the choruses of her songs are repetitive phrases, like na-na-na-na, or a-nee-nee-nee-nee. Her voice can seem almost deliberately annoying. But once you fall in love with the quirky rapstress, theres no turning back. And once you realize shes actually chanting about war, poverty, and violence, you just might fall in love. Tonight she performs at Studio A, and the venue is bound to be overcrowded with booty-shakin hipsters. Doors open at 8:00. Tickets cost a mere $27.
Mon., Oct. 29, 8 p.m., 2007