Last night you dreamt you were traveling through time and space, in a place where sound is a tangible force. You were confronted by 1920’s swing piano, gutteral blues groans, the sounds of breaking fiddles, and muted trumpets. The chaotic din of it all carried you through to the other side, where people hit the streets in suede fedoras and leather suspenders with bells and chimes in their belt loops. This is the place where the members of The Circadian Rhythms record the hullabaloo inside them onto some rusty antique to create portals to their world. Intrigued? You damn well should be! Johnny Brenda’s, 1201 N. Frankford Ave., 9pm, $10, 21+ (Photo by Anna Troxell) – Katie Bennett