Few things about Dirty Projectors' Dave Longstreth. One: while he looks tall and remote and Thurston-like from afar, up close, he looks impossibly young and is incredibly friendly. Two: Like the Grizzlies, he's a New Englander moonlighting as a Brooklynite. (Did we really overhear him say he briefly lived in Jamaica Plain?) Three: for a guy who prizes live-show spontaneity, he was awfully eager that we not leak any of the four new songs DPs unveiled last month at the Museum of Fine Arts, on the first night of their tour behind Rise Above. We'll chalk that up to opening-night jitters, since despite the band's protestations that the new shit wasn't ready for prime time yet, we couldn't for the life of us figure out what exactly was so bad about it. So, that said: here's the two "hits," as it were, from an album that (famously, already) doesn't sound shit like Black Flag. His Yale-ness may have been the center of attention for the indie fanboys who seemed to bring Longstreth as many albums as new-converts bought, but like most others we were kinda knocked out by the accompanists, whose eerie birdcall harmonies floated us through Dave's oceans of skronk.