We should be willing to suffer through whatever solo-career flab Rod Argent and Colin Blunstone (basically, the Zombies) put us through just to hear them play a few scraps of Odessey and Oracle—it's hard to explain how goddamned good that record is. It was released in 1968. Its opening song is a letter to a girlfriend in prison. It has organs and flutes and electrifying harmonies. It sounds like a rose smells—nostalgic and complicated, sweet but not cloying. Their earth-moving days are 30 years behind them, but I can't help wanting to see bodies that house the genius. (The Triple Door, 216 Union St, 838-4333. 7:30 pm, $30 adv/$32 DOS, all ages.)