Once upon a time there was a band who lived in a land ruled by money-hungry record labels. So they self-released an album, sold them out of boxes stacked high in their apartment, and became wildly popular among Prince David Byrne and his paupers. Then they disappeared for a while. The storied gang of music-makers marks their official return tonight, and you should celebrate — not only because of what they represent (the prototype of every Brooklyn band since the birth of blogs), but because the long-awaited new album, Hysterical, is cut from the same imperfectly perfect fabric of their debut.