Like Philly’s unstoppable Pissed Jeans, Toronto three-piece Metz is a Sub Pop-inked, sludgy landmine of a band that specializes in taking the unholy menace of The Jesus Lizard and the reckless abandon of the Stooges and running through scuzz-covered walls of noise with them. There’s an exhilarating brutality in the way Metz terrorizes its own instruments, and in howler-in-chief Alex Edkins’ gleeful annihilation of his own larynx, but there’s also room for the tinkle of piano keys here and the shake of a tambourine there, and — in the end — hooks, however misanthropic and bludgeoned. This show won’t necessarily be a test of endurance, but the trio’s assault may still leave you breathless.
Fri., Nov. 16, 8 p.m., $10, with Nothing and Heavy Medical, Kung Fu Necktie, 1250 N. Front St., 215-291-4919, kungfunecktie.com.
