There’s a Brazilian film called House of Sand, and it’s about the immutability of the soul set in a barren and parched desert wasteland where the longing cries of its characters cannot be heard. Amon Tobin should’ve done the score. Since the late-’90s, the Brazilian producer has created compositions that fuse dark, meandering electronic frequencies with walking-dead drums: jungle meets bossa-nova meets jazz meets techno. The rise and fall of the sound corresponds with the arching EKGs of the listener, making for a kind of full-immersion experience with only what’s heard. Tobin’s last album, Foley Room (titled after the area where sound recordings for films are made), saw the brooding artist in him in full evil bloom, as he incorporated found sounds in the world into his panoramic orchestrations. This is mood music for people who aren’t in the mood.

Fri., Aug. 7, 8 p.m., 2009