THE SHEEN “Trash Hazard” (self-released)

No wave atonality meets punk vitriol in a trash compactor. That’s the hazard: you get squooshed. That’s the trash: you’re force-fed it. The Sheen chomps down hard on it all and squirms around in it. They gorge; they regurgitate. They are squooshed all up in the compactor. They yank hard on those guitar strings; they blow hard into those saxophones. Everything else is also played hard, yelled hard. The Sheen is covered in parasites. They make music covered in parasites.