The Argentinean trio Reynols, which has released more than 30 recordings on almost as many labels worldwide since 1993, is not your ordinary electronic noise band. Led–not just fronted–by Miguel Tomasin, who has Down’s syndrome, the trio is capable of both tense ambience and the most exquisite electrocutionary roar; it has performed “psychic energy refractions with toothbrushes” and collaborated with composer Pauline Oliveros. And many tracks on the records I’ve heard just flat out rock, in a staggering, more-garage-than-anyone-ever sort of way. Tomasin is a mind-blowing singer whose hypnotic groaning exultations sometimes remind me of Gregorian chant, Alan Vega, and Keiji Haino all at once. Though his holy-spirit growling can get a little repetitive from a purely sonic standpoint, quotations from his elaborate cosmology ought to be printed and distributed as a bible for the beginning visionary: recently the Wire quoted him on subjects ranging from a spirit guide called the Mixed Bird to the importance of playing concerts for plants to the shape of the universe to the sensual consciousness of the chihuahua–and his bandmates Robeto Conlazo and Anla Courtis seem to be with him every step of the way, making sure his Jarry-esque worldview gets its most potent and fitting expression in music. Exploitative? I really don’t think so–and I expect anyone who shows up wanting a simple freak show will end up scared out of his wits. Late and Seafoam share the bill, bravely. Friday, 9 PM, Deadtech, 3321 W. Fullerton; 773-645-0218. MONICA KENDRICK

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