Last year found Los Angeles-based trio The Liars traversing the United States opening for musicians in kind, Interpol. Seldom are The Liars mentioned in print without the phrase "early 21st century post-punk," and comparisons to the likes of Interpol and Franz Ferdinand used to describe The Liars' sound.
2007 also found the band putting out a self-titled release that isn't so much a departure from the band's previous sound as it is an evolution. Post-punk is an apt description of the band, but with the release of Liars, maybe post-post-punk would be more accurate.
The Liars—Angus Andrew, Julian Gross and Aaron Hemphill—are still there in all their experimental glory, but this time out, they've managed to make an album that though it rocks more, is somehow a bit more refined, which is a strange consideration since many of the tracks are carefully colored with a '60s psychedelic tone, not a sound that generally stays within the lines. But even the song titles are a bit more subdued, at least compared to their 2004 release, They Were Wrong, So We Drowned, in which "We Fenced Other Gardens With The Bones Of Our Own," a song that clocks in at over five minutes, and the six-minute "Flow My Tears The Spider Said" were par for the band's noise-rock course. The track list on Liars reads no less oddly, but the titles evoke its more melodious sounds with names like "Houseclouds" and "Plaster Casts of Everything." "Protection" is downright pretty, and I would absolutely play "Sailing to Byzantium" in mixed company.
Jan. 30, 8 p.m., with No Age, $8 advance through Ticketweb, $10 at the door. Neurolux, 111 N. 11th St., 208-343-0886.