Bask in the incandescent weirdness of "I Bleed" or "Break My Body" or "Velouria" now, and you might wonder how one of the great bands could say so little. But in the late '80s and early '90s, at least, the Pixies' exuberant kinkiness and vocal gender-play—with the boy sometimes singing higher than the girl—said plenty. They were part of the liberatory air. And their odd pop proposition—screaming abrasiveness plus declamatory tunefulness with a wishful studio sheen and Salvador Dali surf-punk guitars—said more. Since reuniting at the Fine Line in 2004, they've toured steadily, their chemistry relaxed and intact. So where's the reunion album?
Sun., April 24, 7:30 p.m., 2011