Weird things happen when Matthew Dear's full band starts churning out its art-funk sex jams. We remember seeing a pair of otherwise normal dudes completely lose it at Brooklyn Bowl last year, peeling their shirts off and going full-on bananas for the songs from his last album, Black City. Watching Dear strut through a glut of new material, like a modern James Chance, won't dislodge your shirt, necessarily, but it might not stay crisp and dry. Because neo-rave duo Blondes aren’t going to help you stand still, either.