If you play music, Frog Eyes is the band that you absolutely don't want to follow on stage. This Canadian outfit's feverish, high-energy blooze rock will shake down the walls and exhaust the crowd, leaving your beleaguered band to attempt an impossible musical revival. Vocalist Casey Mercer is so animated, he probably bathes the stage microphone in a pool of frothy slobber that'll inspire even the crustiest bands to ask for a towel, mop or mic replacement.

The four tracks on this raw-sounding 7" bring to mind the lo-fi gutter blues of Prisonshake, blended with the mind-blowing lunacy of The Strapping Fieldhands. Add in a touch of early Birthday Party anxiety and you've got an idea where Frog Eyes is headed: straight into a cacophonous musical meltdown that incorporates abusive organ, fanatical vocal gasps and fiery unpredictability. Mercer's wavering vocal howls on "World Featuring Men and Knuckles" are the sign of a man truly out of his mind.

Eerie organ follows suit on "I Hope My Horse Don't Make No Sound", but a Spaghetti Western this isn't; try a spine-tingling, hair-raising bit of musical madness that could be piped into an insane asylum or used for prisoner interrogation, inspiring even the tightest-lipped inmates to spill their guts. The cryptic stream of consciousness lyrics (such as "I hope I found the knife for the hog in the crown") are bewildering snippets from a limbic system gone haywire. The flipside is more subdued, but Mercer refuses to relinquish the spotlight, sporting some of his finest caterwauling and maniacal wordplay yet.

Frog Eyes will gladly lead you through an evening of sweaty throw-down rock. You'll easily get your money's worth with this piece o' wax -- and if the US Border Guard lets these Frogs across the international line, get ready for something inexplicable to hit your hometown stage...