At the Lyric Theater on Thursday night, D.R.I. had some fans flopping their long hair, speed-metal style, and others slam-dancing, diving from the stage and shouting lyrics into the singer's microphone like hard-core devotees.

There were pounding drums, drones and two-chord guitar workouts topped by feedback, ethnic whistles and shouted lyrics.

There is something subversive, almost Situationist, in seeing two punk girls shouting abrasive lyrics in front of a Village storefront, or in finding a clutch of French-horn players tooting Wagner in Central Park.

The elder Mr. Burnside shouted and moaned lyrics mining familiar images: whiskey's white lightning, a heart as weathered as an old shoe.

Typically performed by smaller bands consisting of five or six players, jump music featured shouted, highly syncopated vocals and earthy, comedic lyrics on contemporary urban themes.

The two women shouted lyrics that let potential lovers know exactly what they wanted, and they wore barely-there outfits that made it easy for them to turn their demands into dance moves.

Above the din, Mr. Colby shouted percussive, nearly nonsensical lyrics, the sonic equivalent of the exclamations in comic strip balloons.

In the same period, particularly on the West Coast and in the Midwest, the development of jump blues, with its guitar riffs, prominent beats and shouted lyrics, prefigured many later developments.

Unlike Daddy Yankee, the reggaetón star known for shouting rapid-fire lyrics, Mr. Calderón delivers his rhymes in a slow, sly drawl, as if he were always thinking things over.

At the last of three shows, Melissa Logan, Alex Murray-Leslie and Kiki Moorse surged around in white disco suits or paper dresses shouting lyrics about clueless supermodels, sexual warriors and pyramids in the sky.