[ rock/jazz/noise ]

The last time I spied Aaron Warren and Eric and Bjorn Copeland's primitive Black Dice, they were splaying their blaring brand of discordant funk, punk and junk-jazz onto a slam-dancing crowd of Johnny Brendians. The floor was a mess. The curtains were a mess. Things went from raw to rawer and blunt to blunter as the night went on. Some moments weren't even songs, just explosive blips. But such magnificent blips. With 15-plus-years experience behind it, the Dice's new Mr. Impossible (Ribbon) adds just a little more melody to the propulsive proceedings. Along with increasing the volume on their power-tool electronics, Black Dice have allowed shades of gray and streaks of color to seep into their bleak tones.

Fri., May 25, 8:30 p.m., $10, with Far-Out Fangtooth and Nah, Underground Arts at the Wolf Building, 1200 Callowhill St., r5productions.com.