Daturah

This German quartet traffics in traditionally Canadian maneuvers, tunneling Godspeed You Black Emperor!-style poli-sci post-rockout. “Warmachine” tumbles the standard-issue dominoes via cement-mixer bass rumble spiced with sinister movie dialogue, phantasmic guitar slime, and anxious drumming building in foreshadowed intensity — the balls-out, full-bore amps-to-eleven money shot elongated — with an élan that almost makes up for how played out this kind of thing is by now.