You grew up on The Germs and The Pagans, took a left turn into Pere Ubu, Electric Eels, and Pussy Galore, and injected 60's garage-psyche like The Yardbirds, Blue Cheer, and Love into your veins at a young age. This is the Seattle band's third full-length of pent-up brawlers, and they're still radiating the same dark, perilous edge, only now they've coaxed out new textures to coarsen the mix. "Howling..." is alive, feral, and twitching with energy.