Sweden’s Sounds do new wave in a newer and wavier way—their overcranked dubsteppy synths and disco-punk guitars plant them firmly in the 20-teens, but the Blondie comparisons they get for the wrong reasons (singer Maja Ivarsson being blonde?) are right for subtler reasons. Like Blondie, who were into graffiti, reggae and rap before anyone outside New York City had a clue, the Sounds have a certain omnivorous adventurousness at work in their songs, which makes their radio-ready big-chorus pop that much more interesting than the next bands. They’re touring their Weekend album and, case in point, it has one of the more somber-sounding songs about living for the weekend you’re gonna hear.
Wed., March 26, 8 p.m., 2014
