If anyone has ever taken a sledgehammer to the idea that minimalist music needs to all be Phillip Glass-style violins and high art, it is the beautifully brutal Iron Lung. On its latest album, White Glove Test, the Seattle duo unleashes fury that is as stimulating as it is strangely soothing, like taking a shot of whiskey. In 18 tracks, most between 50 seconds to a minute long, Iron Lung creates a careening, stop-start symphony out of pounding drums, growling vocals and razor-sharp blasts of guitar. White Glove Test, like an attractive gentleman caller, knows to leave early and keep you wanting more.
God help the state of heavy music if Iron Lung ever stops being awe-inspiring. But so far, it manages to keep creating interesting, fierce sonic landscapes out of the most basic of ingredients.