Out of all the boundary breaking that occurred during the fertile era of post-punk, This Heat’s Deceit is one of the most expansive, imaginative, and remarkably wild records to have been produced during the time — and very possibly the last three decades. It’s an impressive procession of tangential shards that encompass tape collages, Middle Eastern motifs, barbaric vocal clamoring, and occasional pointy-jagged-atonal guitar passages that alternate between hypnotizing and shooting clean through your spine. The typical structures of jazz, world music, and rock & roll are heaved into a blender, cooking up a post-punk paella that’s about as relaxing as a crosstown walk through a hail storm. It ends up hardly resembling anything it takes cues from. As with a good number of the album’s ten tracks, random peeks into “Paper Hats” at the minute markers will hardly sound like the same song. And that song hardly resembles any of the others on the record; yet, it encapsulates what makes the whole thing so exciting. The song in question trots along arrhythmically with some bass, drum, and spindly guitar interplay until sputtering into a wreck of those instruments and who knows what else — this 20-second interruption, which resembles the Junkyard Gang’s idea of warming up, abruptly gives way to a march down a Twilight Zone-themed corridor of snaky guitar, pulsing high hats, and creeped-out atmospherics. If you can make out any of the lyrics (the ones in “Independence” should ring a bell, though), you’ll realize the mushroom clouds and political figures depicted in the sleeve aren’t the only evidence that the record is about war and nukes. Know this — if you really want to be thrown around a room, there’s hardly a better source. No greater record has been made in an abandoned meat locker. – Andy Kellman