When: Fri., March 11, 9 p.m. 2016
For more than two dozen years, Chicago’s instrumental act Tortoise has pushed the boundaries of post-punk into new realms that demolish the lines between dub, contemporary classical, jazz, and rock-based sounds. They took the last seven years off, and have just returned with one of their best works in years, an album with a silly name (The Catastrophist — what’s that, some pretentious kid’s blog) that is joyous, inventive, and excellent. It even cagily gets down with the synth craze that’s swept the nation while they took a break, but absolutely in their own way. Don’t sleep on this.