From the futuristic Throbbing Gristle-y abyss of "Village Oblivia" to the final crush of "Black Vomit," there's a drop of bile here for every palate. Nate Young's incoherent, suggestive lyrics sweeten the deal, choosing to shortcut through the left brain to rage, terror and, occasionally, catharsis. Perhaps remembering how structure turned industrial music into mook metal a decade ago, Wolf Eyes smartly lets primal screech and hollow chill have their way with verse-chorus arrangements before letting the record stop with a sudden, terrifying implosion. Wolf Eyes will scare the crap out of you with its wasteland of noise and, more importantly, with the realization that you don't know what the hell you're so scared of.
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