Warm Slime continues the ruckus, charging fearlessly into musical ground so filthy that even BP couldn’t muck it up. The first track, “Warm Slime,” is also the longest, a dark pulsar beating with the heat and intensity of a heart ripped straight from the chest. The rest of the album chugs along non-stop — even the occasional, “We’re Thee Oh Sees” and, “1, 2, 3, 4,” offer no respite from this sonic miasma. Warm Slime is a fiery beast of an album that is best appreciated under extreme stress and around complete strangers. It’s loud, gritty, sticky, uncomfortable rock and drool at its best.