With its phonetically malapropistic name, Columbia, South Carolina’s Cassangles defies any qualifying genre distinction. There are scraps and strains of familiar sounds to be sure, but theyâ€™re fused together loosely in chaotic bursts of energy and underscored by the youthful disdain of form and structure. The brashness of this bandâ€™s ethos and execution is infectious. With flowery basslines reminiscent of Minutemen-era Mike Watt and experimental deconstructive guitar work, Cassangles attacks its lengthy instrumentals with a penchant for the unorthodox and the unexpected, particularly in the animalistic percussion that veers in and out of jazz phrasing and punk calamity. Highly recommended.