Brent Gorton & the Tender Breasts are in the studio. The whine and spin of eight track reels haunt the background of their carefully orchestrated outsider pop. Brent is at the helm, tracking the drums, then the bass, then all the small touches that bring a vertiginous feel to the music; sounds that include radio static through distorted pickups, pitch adjusted traffic and church bells, echoplexed whistles, and maracas of all description.

Onstage, the band lets loose a stream of garage band inspired noise: saxophone blasts ululating mad shepherd calls to demented sheep, stripped-down drums and bass beating out a rhythm so primal and druggy you expect King Kong to appear.

The band had its origin over a late night pizza party when long-time area musician Brent asked his wife Kellie and her best friend Brooke to be his backup band. Although never having played their respective instruments (Kellie on bass, Brooke on drums), the duo possessed an innate sense for creating the perfect sonic backdrop to Brent’s songs. The sound of the group quickly coalesced into a force to be reckoned with: the minimal bass and drum attack (no kick, no cymbals) perfectly complementing Brent’s inability to play a cohesive solo. Friend and fan of the band Joey Russo was brought in to augment the sound, underpinning the taut rhythm section with tambourine hits and filling in some of the null space with spurts of spazzy tenor saxophone.

Quirky masters of dynamics, purveyors of the perfect hook, offbeat with a slight cerebral turn, Brent Gorton & the Tender Breasts are today’s leading noise pop wunderkinds.

Sounds like: Talking Heads, the Fall. Albert Ayler jamming with the Fleetwoods in an abandoned bomb factory.