The haters–after all the hype about the singles, they were bound to come out of the woodwork for the first album–say Bonde do Role are irresponsible assholes who happen to be Brazilian, yelling dumb stuff over ripped-off party beats and disrespecting their own musical culture. But the band’s tossed-off hybrid of ghoulish swamp punk, dirty-butt metal, lite baile funk, wacky-pants electro, and foulmouthed favela rap is so buoyant and flip it makes any naysayer sound like a pedant who’s missing the point. Do you wanna sit there and talk about your music, or do you wanna dance? I’m pretty sure With Lasers (Domino) won’t be remembered as a great album, but it has its moments of sweaty-back ecstasy–particularly the electric “Divine Gosa,” with its gobs of gnarly synth mauling a fucked-against-a-wall beat. As Rodrigo Gorky, the group’s DJ, admitted in a June interview, Bonde do Role are “just a bunch of kids, without no instruments and a lot of screaming”–exactly the kind of thing I like. Juiceboxxx opens. a 10 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, 773-276-3600 or 866-468-3401, $12, $10 in advance. –Liz Armstrong
