Masters and Johnson are a young band with an adult name (William Masters and Virginia Johnson who were pioneers in the field of sexual research, duh). The handle fits, though, as the duo's songs have the erratic, spastic energy of a desperate spermatozoon navigating the treacherous obstacles of the fertilization process. A Masters and Johnson song will start in one place and - half a dozen atypical, kneejerk guitar-and-drum maneuvers later - end up somewhere else entirely. Their music is full of orgasmic climaxes and colossal walls of distortion, but also has the capacity for lulling, post-coital ambient passages and the aforementioned hyperactive noodling (they cover all the "bases," if you will). Masters and Johnson are a force to be reckoned with - just don't confuse them with Portland band Magic Johnson, let alone Earvin "Magic" Johnson Jr. himself. 

[Northern, with This City Defects, guests, 8 p.m., All Ages, 321 Fourth Ave., Olympia, northernolympia.org]