What to Do Tonight: White Mice

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Here’s an experiment you can try at home: Scratch your favorite Black Flag vinyl to hell and put it on the record player, run a magnet over a pirated Gerogerigegege cassette and pop it in the tape player, and then take an X-Acto knife to a recent album by the Prodigy and pop it in the CD player. Play all of them at the same time. That should roughly approximate the experience of listening to White Mice, a rotating trio of rascally rodents who create a noisy amalgam of industrial flutters, pounding drums and motion sickness-inducing bass. The identities of the musical miscreants behind the nightmarish masks, cheesy puns and drug-laced blasphemies remain a mystery. Perhaps that’s fitting — not everyone wants to humanize artists who name their band after British slang for sewer-surfing feminine-hygiene products and augment their live show with blood-squirting props and sharp objects. Like any self-respecting noise band, the White Mice have released a bunch of albums on defunct formats and DIY labels. Their latest is 2009’s Ganjahovahdose, which features, amid the din, a tribal rhythm — a frantic, paranoid heartbeat. It’s not hard to see why the White Mice have achieved a level of success alien to most art/noise bands. When their album is over, you can actually remember some of the songs. They play Now That’s Class (11213 Detroit Ave., 216.221.8576, myspace.com/nowthatsclass). Tinsel Teeth, Liturgy and Stress Ape kick things off at 8 p.m. Tickets: $5. — Nick DeMarino

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