A rude boy sheathed in rodent fur, Jamaica-born dancehall vet Eek-a-Mouse is one strange, er, cat. (That he’s named after a losing racehorse chucks yet another—though larger—mammal into the mix.) His helium-spiked nasal twang speeds along at a rapid clip, enhancing a running commentary on the weird—from tracks about steamed greens and ice cream (“Modelling Queen”) to destitute weed traffickers (“Ganja Smugglers”). Then there’s his stage presence. With his 6-foot-6 frame, he cuts a figure as large as Jah, teaching twisted lessons via twisted language. While we wait for a new album, Eek keeps touring, allowing us to bask in the holy glow of the odd. Biddy biddy beng. KEVIN CAPP

Listen to a sample of Eek-A-Mouse’s “Penni Walli.”

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Sat., Jan. 19, 9 p.m., 2008