Mars Volta, 'De-Loused in the Comatorium' (Strummer/Universal)
Like last year's Tremulant EP, the songs on De-Loused in the Comatorium are built from dense blocks of punk, psychedelia, and blues rock. Bixler-Zavala's falsetto skims across the congas and snapping bass of "Drunkship of Lanterns" in a genuinely exciting way, even when, somewhere around the seven-minute mark, he starts screaming, "Carpel jets / Hit the ground." And on the 12-minute-long "Cicatriz ESP," when Rodriguez-Lopez's guitar line dissolves into dubby echoes for a few minutes, and then Flea and drummer Jon Theodore thunder back in, it sounds like music made by robots that don't know prog rock sucks, which means it flat-out rules. This is a record that creates tension from the cryptic and release from the inexplicable, and it's guaranteed to blow up the transmitter of any radio station that even attempts to play it.








