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Using all manner of squealing electronics, distorted vocal yowls, and unruly effects units, Michigan trio Wolf Eyes spews a pulsating, industrial-strength din that carries the torch of such eardrum assailants as Whitehouse and Merzbow. But it ain't just noise; a sampling of the group's ridiculously huge discography reveals a method to the madness, in a swath of turbulent compositions ranging from subdued, creepy atmospherics to brutal shrieking pummel. Live, Wolf Eyes never fails to be a visceral, cacophonic experience, and one that often brings a headbanging rockish element as well as the noise. Just pack those earplugs.