The Canadian punk trio rips into its latest long-player, Deep Fantasy, with a ferocity that suggests the end is near, blasting through 10 songs in just a shade over 22 minutes.

The Canadian punk trio rips into its latest long-player, Deep Fantasy, with a ferocity that suggests the end is near, blasting through 10 songs in just a shade over 22 minutes.

Singer/shrieker Mish Way’s words frequently match this ominous feel, awash in allusions to gathered monsters and mental and physical ailments. On “Lucky One,” a slash-and-burn howler that sounds anything but fortuitous, she even one ups Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain, who once promised to “eat your cancer when you turn black,” growling, “I ate your infection/ But I’ll never pay your rent!”

Rather than throwing up their arms in surrender, however, the bandmates tend to lock in, pummeling their respective instruments with a brutality that would bring grins to the faces of “Mad Max: Fury Road’s” various sadistic warlords. To be fair, it’s an organized chaos; drummer Anne-Marie Vassiliou pounds out synchronized melees, and guitarist Kenneth Williams expands his repertoire beyond hardcore thrashing on comparatively melodious tunes like “Face Down.” But with White Lung, even these more controlled detonations wreak havoc, so here’s hoping Rumba’s foundation is heavily reinforced.

Obliterations open the show.

Photo by Piper Ferguson