Anyone who wants to weigh in on An Albatross's latest record, Blessphemy (of the Peace Beast Feastgiver and the Bear Warp Kumite) (Ace Fu), probably ought to sit with it for a while before proclaiming it absolutely fucking insane. Because it sounds that way, but really, it isn't. If you define insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, what does that make a band that plays like there's a rule against using the same note twice? Almost nobody finds An Albatross's brand of demented, assaultive, deconstructive hardcore prog revolutionary anymore, and it sounds like it hurts them to realize it--Phillip Reynolds Price's Farfisa organ thrashes like a sea snake twisting on a gaff, and Edward Gieda III screams his barely intelligible, bongwater-spiritual sci-fi lyrics like he's in the grip of a deep existential pain. Oh, for the days when being profoundly abrasive was enough to make you radical! Fortunately, there are still good reasons to play this stuff (and listen to it)--for one thing, it's a shitload of fun. A band that writes a two-minute burst of what sounds like Blue Oyster Cult electrocuting Conan the Barbarian ("Stormbringer") obviously understands a thing or two about that. (Lone) Wolf & Cub and Raise the Red Lantern open. Wed 8/30, 7 PM, Beat Kitchen, 2100 W. Belmont, 773-281-4444 or 866-468-3401, $8 in advance, $10 at the door. All ages.