It's been awhile since we've gone to a show knowing next to nothing of a band's music and walking out feeling like we might've just seen something important. On the basis of a couple of tunes and some Internet chatter, we went to T.T.'s last night to see Norway's Serena Maneesh and holy cow. Noisy and loud as fuck, the band – a five-piece led by a guitar-playing maniac manchild of a frontman – tore through what seemed like a 25-minute set that turned out to be closer to an hour. Never have we been more impressed by two guitar players writhing on the ground doing permanent damage to our hearing with overwhelming waves of feedback for five minutes following their band's first song. The whole thing was expertly controlled chaos. SM exist at some unique intersection of Sonic Youth, the MC5, My Bloody Valentine, and Revolver-era Beatles – alternately harsh, tuneful, psychedelic, and formally inventive with an ever-present whiff of genuine punk rock psychosis. We'll stop there since we haven't heard their whole record yet. It comes out in the States in May, and we'll be waiting.