Pleasure. The song starts out raw with little more than her intimately plaintive voice and a rubbery guitar riff against a starkly empty backdrop. Then the guitar starts snapping back wildly — sounding more like an arty PJ Harvey broadside than Feist’s early pop songs, such as “1234” — and the track fills up with chanted harmonies and foot-stomping percussion. The strangeness continues on “Century,” a song about loneliness and time that features whispery spoken-word from Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker, who divides the titular century into a billion individual seconds as Feist wails enigmatically above him. It’s the Canadian singer’s first record in six years, expanding on the adventurousness of her 2011 Metals. Also Saturday and Sunday, May 6-7.
“I make sense of a mysterious thing,” Feist confides knowingly on the title track of her new album,