Remember Clap Your Hands Say Yeah? Sure you do. They’re the band that, with their self-released eponymous 2005 LP, mounted and rode the mid-Aughts blog-hype machine more quickly and effectively than perhaps any other indie-rock outfit of their time. With major labels wielding less and less power but consumers still purchasing albums (a lot more than they are now, anyhow), it was an interesting era for the music business, when songs like CYHSY’s “The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth” managed to spread like wildfire thanks to glowing Pitchfork reviews, MP3 blogs and occasional TV placements. In the past decade and change, Clap Your Hands’ core lineup has dwindled to just one member — tinny-voiced frontman Alec Ounsworth, who released The Tourist in February. Though it’s light on the sort of idiosyncratic nuances you’ll find when you get a true band together in a studio bouncing ideas off one another, the album still features the urgent-but-fragile approach that earned Clap Your Hands Say Yeah fans in the first place. Like a more bookish and less party-ready Broken Social Scene, or New Pornographers with a bigger Byrne fetish. Laura Gibson will open Sunday’s show. D. PATRICK RODGERS
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah w/Laura Gibson
