Los Campesinos! are so wonderfully audacious. First of all, there's the exclamation point. Lots of groups throw one in their name, but they usually aren't named after Spanish-speaking serfs. Few bands earn their punctuation like this bunch, though.

Los Campesinos! are so wonderfully audacious.

First of all, there's the exclamation point. Lots of groups throw one in their name, but they usually aren't named after Spanish-speaking serfs. Few bands earn their punctuation like this bunch, though.

The mix of frantic excitement and mundane normalcy is a fitting gateway to a group that specializes in cognitive dissonance. The seven-piece Welsh powerhouse concocts life-affirming indie-pop symphonies only to triumphantly proclaim, "There is no f---ing future!" Turns out boy-girl vocals, guitar-xylophone bombast and existential despair is a winning formula.

What's more, they released two fantastic albums of this stuff last year - first the ebullient Hold On Now, Youngster, then the equally ecstatic We are Beautiful, We are Doomed. Apparently intent on squeezing out every last drop of joy before the apocalypse hits, they'll have more than enough material to play a hearty set Wednesday at the Wex.

First we'll hear from Titus Andronicus, a ragtag North Jersey bunch whose show last summer at Cafe Bourbon Street sounded almost as gut-bustingly big as their ace debut, The Airing of Grievances. Something tells me Los Campesinos! are fans of the Titus ditty that goes, "Your life is over! Your life is over!"