Featuring a former Black Lip and former members of Golden Triangle, Brooklyn's K-Holes
work in a similar vein, with speaking-in-tongues-style tent-revival rhythms. Their sound evokes perhaps a more earthbound Human Eye—or, what with the sax and all, Romeo Void in the middle of a Comanche slaughter. On their second LP, last month's Dismania
(Hardly Art), K-Holes
build on the pounding skronk of their 2011 HoZac debut—on "Rats
," for instance, which also has a noirish and delightfully sacrilegious video, they infect it with a pummeling drive reminiscent of X (from Australia). Onstage the whole thing builds into howling waves of future-primitive ecstasy, a sonic chiaroscuro for the shart-rock set. —Brian Costello Nones and Paul Cary open.