SUNDAY

Chances are that by now you’ve tried on M.I.A.’s Sri Lankan– freedom– fighter– meets– dressmaker legacy and spritzed yourself with “Galang,” her dancehall-doggerel anthem. Yes, your ass shook and your brain bounced as though both had been subjected to polyrhythmic hundred-handed slaps this winter when she bestowed Piracy Funds Terrorism upon you. Maybe other parts shook—a bit more weakly—in the spring when you downloaded Arular, her first full-length, and realized that she’d already freely given you its best songs. So you might be starting to think bad thoughts, such as: Is M.I.A. merely a grimy figment of the Internet, her ethereal nails a-dazzle with the idealized blood of suicide bombers already starting to blacken from overexposure? Some other figments of the Internet (their names begin with a “bl” and have two “g”s in them) might like to say so. Ignore them. Turn your iPod into a recorder, turn your headphones into mikes, turn your watermelons into helmets, and await those cracked and polished hands, all hundred of them. And, after the show, put your hands on her history, her politics, and her rhythms, mash up your own versions, and send ’em off to her Online Piracy Funds Terrorism project. M.I.A. plays with LCD Soundsystem at 9 p.m. Sunday, June 12, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $20. (202) 397-7328. (Bidisha Banerjee)