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What the fuck? There will be a lot of “What the fuck?”s going around when the Panoply Academy Legionnaires drop that first bridge, concept up, then deconstruct guitars into silly string—and, of course, when the singer yodels. The group’ll play mathy for seconds, swoony for seconds, cabaret for seconds, and then sweet for a few seconds more. Last time I saw the central-Indiana band whip it was at an Arlington bar in a cramped booth. By mid-set, the booth’s occupants had started to giggle (me), get angry (my out-of-town pal), and want to just give the band a break (everyone else). To replicate Panoply’s sound, try putting Slint’s Spiderland on at 45 RPM. That’s almost it, but not quite; it’s not fast enough nor busy enough—especially for a band that’s changed its name three times and likes horns, hand claps, vacuum noises, and, yes, yodelling. Sometimes having no reference points is a good thing. See Panoply celebrate a rarities comp and blow away the textbooks when the band plays with Mary Timony, Horses, and Edie Sedgwick at 9 p.m. at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $6. (202) 783-3933. (Jason Cherkis)