(Weapons of Mass Compassion, 323 NW 6th) Eugene's Eraritjaritjaka sounds like machines left on until their motors start to heat up and burn out. It's a cruel sound, a big and nasty blender of nonmusical music. If you can dissect this and find who's playing what you're a better man than me. But just the same, too much analytical delving can ruin a beautiful thing. Eraritjaritjaka and its noise dreamquest is a beautiful thing, a murky chaos that nonetheless sounds like the brutal grind of life leading to death, the feeling of being dropped into the food chain, of mortality realized, and nightmares that toss you around like a thin, old sock. Show up early for this. Book-ended by ScarD's scorched, grilling death sounds, this is one hell of a Weapons of Mass Compassion show. ADAM GNADE.