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Published on August 24, 2009 at 3:15pm

Fusion Cuisine
Don't know your boundaries? Neither do these artists.

TV on the Radio Sat., 5:40 p.m., Twin Peaks
Every few years, our cultural history appears to pivot on a single band that embodies the musical priorities of the moment. TV on the Radio is the act currently restacking rock 'n' roll's old formulas. Its trivium? Noise, dilettantism, and — most importantly — no allegiance to a particular style. With its latest genre-salad, 2008's Dear Science, the band added slick funk to its otherwise punishing arsenal.

M.I.A. Sun., 6:05 p.m., Lands End
What TV on the Radio is to rock, M.I.A. is to dance-pop. By tracing her Sri Lankan origins through electro and hip-hop, this London native has forced a truly global sound. 2007's Kala expanded upon her debut, the stark and pixelated Arular

The Dirtbombs Sat., 12:45 p.m., Twin Peaks
At their best, the Dirtbombs twist their native Detroit's two most illustrious musical lineages — song-crafted soul and pile-driver punk — into an elegant braid. On their latest, they've gone all Diamond Dogs on us with a dystopian concept album as sonically distressed as a loudspeaker propped above an intersection. George Orwell is pogoing in his grave.

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