It’s like punk, but with more musicianship. Maybe it’s actually prog, but prog that never went to Berklee. Then again,maybe it’s metal, but without all the spiky leather. Or perhaps it’s hardcore, but more Greg Ginn and less Jamey Jasta.

Regardless of all that, it’s fast, loud, techy, geeky, and strange.

Imagine a guitar-playing truck from the future colliding with a rainbow-powered robot. Imagine that their relationship is complex and murky. Imagine that the preserved corpse of Lenin is dr...