Anyone who’s seen this Israeli trio’s fiery (literally) live show knows it’s hard to focus on the music when you’re constantly under threat of being accosted by frontman Ami Shalev. But even without the manic singer actually up in your face, the band’s gleefully knuckle-dragging first full-length is a thrilling throwdown. On six drum splattered eruptions and two slow psych oozers, Shalev rants like an angry boner while guitarist Yonatan Gat spits out a series of smarter-than-they-sound riffs. Not quite garage-rock holy land, but not far off.
