Agenda

Queer Bait
Icepack

Arty L.A. upstarts Fol Chen seem to be attempting some kind of next-level mindfunk with their shadowy non-identities, fugly cover art and inscrutable dystopian liner-note letters. Composer/multi-instrumentalist Tim Hodgkinson's legacy of experimental quirk would be cemented if he had left off after co-founding Henry Cow with Cambridge classmate Fred Frith in the late '60s. It's a no-brainer: Peter Brötzman and Hamid Drake haven't toured together in nearly a decade, so two of the most expansive vocabularies in improvised music are bound to have plenty to talk about. Think you don't like Renaissance music? Give this vivacious band a shot. "Space Rock" conjures images of knob-twiddling excesses — long, amorphous drones punctuated by the occasional blip and bleep, a Pink Floyd (Syd years, natch) beat sometime rising from the haze. The Feelies never enjoyed the early-aughts adulation accorded to plenty of their class-of-'80 post-punk peers but lately they've started getting their due.

If this company's name conjures images of dancers doing naughty things on stage, get your mind out of the gutter. Christine Cox hasn't danced on stage for more than two years, but she's had her hands full. A Bachelor's Drawer looks down upon a collection of playing cards, risqué photos, spare cash and a pamphlet titled "How To Name Baby." The theater-bound rock musical is the slipperiest of slopes. The Krebses aren't well in Luna Theater Co.'s Philly première of Zayd Dohrn's Sick.