Chicago-based Nonzoo’s Wazoo is full of spooky experimental art punk. It’s a cacophonous wall of noise accented by electronic beeps and boops. The vocals and lyrics have a poetic and poignant tone that reminds me of Joy De Vivre and Eve Libertine with lines like “I object in Eden to augmented Eve.” If you liked Crass’s Penis Envy but wished they had twenty-plus more instruments, this is a record for you. –Lorien Lamarr (Already Dead,