The local collective Die Rockers Die are so prolific, their recent three-disc album Powered by People comes in an oversize package that looks more like a DVD case than a CD. Musically, they’re all over the place stylistically, delving into trance-y interludes (the eight-minute-long “All the Happiness”), hazy indie rock (“Walking Naked in the Moon”), psychedelia (“Rectum, Prostate, Uterus, Penis”), spacy Krautrock explorations (“A Salute to All the Nonbelievers”), feedback-driven noise rambles (“Who Are We Trying to Please?”), tripped-out folk (“Television Worship”), gently crude jangles (“You Killed Yer Own Dream”) and assorted indescribable ranting (“Public Announcement”). They state that their mission is to “dub this reality . . . and the other ones too.” Local trio the Health Club layer fuzzily throbbing riffs and art-punk grooves over guitarist Gerard’s restrained singing, and the combination of chugging noise and daydreamy melodies is quite captivating, especially on sensually abstract songs like “Fragile” and “The Muse From Venus.”

Mon., Oct. 6, 2008

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