"George was pretty damn eclectic as a kid," says Tom Van Buskirk, referring to his cousin/Javelin collaborator, George Langford. "I was more of a snob, growing up on the Beatles and classical music. Like I didn't get into Nirvana until after MTV Unplugged came out. I'm always late to the party."

Maybe that's why Javelin formed in 2005-to throw a party of their own, one that sees nothing wrong with dropping crooked disco ("On It On It"), schoolyard funk ("Intervales Theme"), abstract R&B ("Dep") and pitch-perfect pop ("Mossy Woodland") in the same set. At least that's the way things unfold on Javelin's debut album, No Más, the eagerly-awaited follow-up to a self-released collection of demos (Jamz n Jemz) and a pair of limited Thrill Jockey 12-inches (Javelin, Number Two).

It's as if Javelin were programmed to reproduce the golden age of every genre known to man, bouncing between samplers and strings, drum machines and drum sets, and a growing collection of guitars, horns and homemade thumb pianos. You read that right: Most of No Más' dusty 45 moments aren't lifted from actual recordcrates. They're painstakingly recreated, note by note, from the jukebox in Javelin's collective mind.

There's no denying who's doing what at Javelin shows, ever-evolving pieces of performance art that leave the laptops at home and have more in common with the multi-tracked madness of an old Jamaican sound system than the standard guitar/bass/drums setup of a 'band'.

When they first started playing around Providence, this meant an overwhelming array of "turntables, glockenspiels and percussion." Now that they've settled in Brooklyn and stripped their restless sound down to its bare essentials, Javelin's become known as the guys with the boom boxes, a Flaming Lips-like technique that's allowed them to break down the artist/audience wall at such tour stops as New York's Museum of Modern Art.

"A lot of people think they're ornaments, but they play sound," says Van Buskirk. "It's like, 'You really thought we dragged all of this here for nothing?"

Never. You see, everything has its place in a Javelin song, from the shimmering keys and brassy strut of "Shadow Heart" to the loony tune loops of "Oh! Centra." So if you're trying to 'figure Javelin out', don't bother. These music mnivores work their music like a rabid radio dial, leaving a tricky trail of sonic breadcrumbs in their wake.