…An Now the Screaming Starts


    A buzzy, grinding mass of sinewy L.A. shoegaze, Shiloe’s …And Now the Screaming Starts EP manages, in five ominous and hard-edged paeans to grindhouse guitars, noise-rock nebulae and the history of Creation Records, to both offer a handful of tributes to their influences and their own inheritance of them. Songs like the spiraling postpunk livewire of “Alarms” and the slow-motion thunderclouds of “Gone” prove that, had Kevin Shields decided to stay home last year, the genre he wrenched from obscurity to greatness would be in good — if white-knuckled and intense — hands.