Reaching for the scars, Japanese noiz brilliants Boris sink thousands of tiny grappling hooks into your brain and pull. Not hard, yet -- they want to see if your brain has any tensile strength left in it before their total domination. Amplifier Worship resurrects the band's 1998 cult classic, which in true Nippon fashion covers the gamut -- from garage rock to rhythmic trance to grindcore to vomitcore to cruel, inhuman sounds that beckon from the darkness. Wata's guitar prowess shows her capable of unreeling a seemingly endless prodigality -- fuzz-heavy doom chords, ethereal feedback from the Fripp & Eno school, and so very much more, while Atsuo's drums function in much the same, that is to say textural, way. Throbbing beneath it all we find Takeshi's bass pulse.
Boris took their name from a song by the Melvins, have been known to collaborate with names like Keiji Heino and Merzbow, and once issued an album that consisted of a single 65 minute track. From extreme delicacy of touch to frightening overkill, Boris never leave you bored, though their sudden morphs may scare the uninitiated. A good introduction to a great and worthy outfit.