When I saw this Boston metalcore band play at the Fireside a few years back, during a tour in support of their breakthrough album, Jane Doe (Equal Vision), front man Jacob Bannon seemed to be at war with himself--his screams came on like an avalanche, straining against the physical limits of his vocal cords, and he threw his body around like he was trying to tear himself out of it. On Converge's latest, You Fail Me (their debut for Epitaph, with the vinyl released on Bannon's Deathwish label), that war seems to be over. Maybe Bannon has leveled out--his band's going on 15 years old--or maybe the breakup wounds he was working through on Jane Doe have simply healed. Either way, his rage (if not his volume) has tapered off a bit, and his vocal style is less choked and frustrated. He now sounds less like a vicious dog at the end of its chain and more like somebody's pulling out his fingernails while he's trying to sing. The band is likewise slightly less punishing, though just as furiously inventive; guitarist Kurt Ballou now lets his instrument breathe, stretch, and ring between the precise chug-chugs and righteous arpeggios. Converge have managed to harness their frantic aggression, ratcheting it down a notch to "assaultive blitz." Darkest Hour, Red Chord, and Municipal Waste open. Wed 11/9, 6 PM, Logan Square Auditorium, 2539 N. Kedzie, 773-252-6179, $12 in advance, $15 at the door. All ages.