Normally, this blurb would liken the music of Acid Mothers Temple to large natural eruptions, i.e. “earthquakes of noise” or “tsunamis of sound”. But since AMT’s homeland is Japan, we’ll let those metaphors rest for now. Just know that this sprawling collective of Japanese freaks is responsible for a discography that’s near impossible to wrap your head around. Not only is AMT’s output relentless, its jams seek to expand and distort your mental consciousness. Hypnotic repetition will drone on before building into acid-bath bluesy-ness, ultimately imploding as a total psych meltdown. Given the devastation in their native country, I can only imagine AMT will relish the opportunity to turn up the amplifiers and rock the quake out of its collective mind. With The Melting Paraiso UFO, Shilpa Ray & Her Happy Hookers. BRIAN J. BARR

Mon., March 28, 8 p.m., 2011