Beginning with 69 seconds of silence that gives way to pink noise on acid, Wolf Eyes' debut for Sub Pop evolves slowly from there, coalescing into a menagerie of mad-scientist electro-blasts, radio dial noise and pulsing bass frequencies. There are lyrics, too, but good luck trying to break them free from the cybernetic mishmash they're squeezed into. It's almost as if the Borg had partially assimilated Hella and John Cage, birthing a strange two-headed monster with a propensity toward analog keyboards, heavily distorted guitars and compressors. Fucking intense, but fucking cool. God is not here today.