It takes a bizarre band to write a songless album centered on a yarn about a witch hunt. The Brooklyn trio Liars released that hazy anti-album, They Were Wrong, So We Drowned, to disparaging reviews in 2004, in contrast to the band's warmly received punk-funk debut, They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck a Monument on Top. (Liars' first disc was pigeonholed as part of the New York dance-punk revival of the early aughts — which, given the title of the album, is actually pretty ironic.) The band reclaimed critical ground with Drum's Not Dead and 2007's eponymous album, which found Liars exploring similarly dreamlike — though more accessible — planes of reality. Drenched in noise, anxiety and elusive beauty, Liars' recent music is slippery, plummeting from loud to soft in manic-depressive bursts. Sisterworld, the newest release, maps the band's created world with its own jargon — to wit, from a press release: "Sisterworld is Liars' own space, completely devoid of influence, somewhere remote from the false promises and discarded dreams." Yeah. This is going to be a surreal, transcendent fugue of a show.