TUESDAY

Band makes recording. Instead of finding a record deal, band members sell recording to record stores and distributors all by themselves. Band blows the fuck up all over the Internet. By now you know the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah story. In these uncertain times for the independents—nearly everything so stamped carries some ambiguity about the validity of said label—this is quite the cozy bedtime story. Maybe, if we work hard and do it right, our shit will also blow the fuck up all over the Internet, and we won’t need to be signed, either! And more important, DIY does still work! (Of course, as soon as someone came along with an offer that worked for the—surprise—Brooklyn-based band, it was accepted, just as it should have been.) At this point, the quality of the music—which, I might add, is unexpectedly decent—that Clap Your Hands makes is irrelevant. By showing ever-watchful music aficionados that you can still do it yourself, the act has served its purpose. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah plays with the Black Angels at 8:30 p.m. Tuesday, Oct. 18, on the Black Cat’s Mainstage, 1811 14th St. NW. $12. (202) 667-7960. (Mike Kanin)