NYC duo the Books write the kind of songs that give McSweeney's readers mindgasms; who else sings words like "therein" and "capitulate"? Beyond clever lyrics and track titles, the Books generate a distinctly arch yet oddly moving strain of folktronica. Their gently ruptured, collagist songs come adorned with digital glitches, acoustic-guitar plangencies, and cryptic dialogue. The Books' forthcoming album reportedly samples self-help cassettes and deals with new-age concepts. Expect visuals just as stimulating as the audio. (Triple Door, 216 Union St, 838-4333. 7 [all ages] and 9:30 pm [21+], $15.)