Dan Bejar, the brains behind Destroyer and a frequent contributor to the New Pornographers, wasn’t gifted with the golden cords of a canary. His voice is frankly creepy. It’s the kind of taut, whispery voice you’d expect to narrate a police lineup of rage-prone clowns, or advise a blind man with a broken cane to look on the bright side. Kaputt, Destroyer’s most recent release, combines the seedy hopefulness of a saxophone with Bejar’s knack for breathless, intelligent lyrics and super-creepster singing. The result is fucking delightful. (Showbox at the Market, 1426 First Ave, www.showboxonline.com, 7 pm, $18 adv/$20 DOS, all ages)