Boris’ lean, rigid metal washed the Granada in noise

Boris is a hurricane without an eye. Be it a wall of noise or a wall of amps, the Japanese band is all wall: a punishing, relentless, fiercely creative storm that envelopes you in sustained fury. Leaving their Granada performance Sunday night, I certainly felt I had gone through a storm. I was dizzy from noxious amounts of artificial fog, my eardrums shrunk inward under the turbulent air generated by the band, and I was often stunned by near brown-note levels of noise.