The misunderstood phenomenon of XBXRX is best explained after a large glass of tequila and a handful of barbiturates. Imagine the creative noise manipulations of mid-90s anarchic noize-master Flammable Child thawed by the artistic impulses of Melt Banana and finally garnished with the technological misuses of the Residents. XBXRX has been sending audiences scrambling for solace since its creation in 1998. What began with a trail of bloodied seven-inch singles and EPs has now found fruition in their sixth full-length effort, Sixth in Sixes which, while no less volatile, is at least more refined. Their onstage antics are by no means revolutionary but are zany enough to allegedly prompt officials in Canada to ban them indefinitely. Noise rock? Dance frenzy? The ferociousness of XBXRX is not unlike a carnival ride: You gotta be a certain size and have a clean sheet from your primary physician to mount.