Yo La Tengo doesn't do disappointment: Across a career of nearly 30 years, a dozen proper albums and a myriad of unorthodox projects and productions, New Jersey's inveterate indie rock export has helped frame an entire genre. The trio's career has been marked by a need to experiment, to swing from driving rock anthems to sprawling noise anthems, from soul-based duets to free-jazz freak-outs. That sense of unrest has been essential to indie rock's own increasingly inclusive tendencies. In 1993, indie rock sounded a lot different than it does in 2010, when a group singing sweetly above pedal steel fits as well as a group pouring guitar noise over shivering electronic blasts. It's hard to imagine that trend without Yo La Tengo's interest in, and ability to move past, its own guitar-based confines.
Speaking of guitar-based confines, Nashville guitarist and Lambchop sideman William Tyler opens. His solo debut, last year's Behold the Spirit, is arguably the best album of guitar instrumentals in the last 15 years because it refuses to acknowledge the limitations of the form. From luminous noise soundscapes to elegant little hymns, Behold the Spirit winds the legacies of John Fahey, Loren Connors, George Harrison, Bert Jansch, Elizabeth Cotten and hundreds more of the instrument's best practitioners into 51 perfect minutes. Tyler joins Yo La Tengo for a two-night stand Saturday and Sunday. —Grayson Currin