JEFF the Brotherhood. We Are the Champions. I missed them live last week at The Space, and I’ll unfortunately miss them again tonight when they play at Eclectic Haus on the Wesleyan campus. This is the kind of album which advertises how wild and fun to watch the band must be live.

The instrumentation’s similar, and both acts are quirky, but JEFF have nothing in common with New Haven’s own long-established drum/guitar pop band The Furors. The Furors have old rock & roll influences, punk insouciance and adorably odd textures, like toy pianos, whistles and tuned metal pipes. JEFF the Brotherhood, plays sparse and heavy, with just three strings on Jake’s guitar countering Jamin’s constantly-in-use trio of cymbals and trio of drums.

At their most raucous, this fraternal guitar/drum duo sounds like Weezer trying to make do after all their instruments have been stolen. Even when they calm down and make room for “ooh-ooh-ooh”s, they’re still just seconds away from a two-man Sabbath-styled flare-up.

I’m going to tire of this quickly, but for now it’s bring me back to all those ‘90s bands like Too Much Joy or They Might Be Giants, having in-joke fun with whatever was close at hand.