Guitarists Kim Te and Spike Arreaga create an interplay between droning rhythm and high-pitched shredding. Drummer Greg Hatem threads a balance between precision and urgency. Bass player and vocalist Corynne Ostermann's tall frame draws attention to the center of the stage, her dark hair parted to frame eyes that seem to look right through you; her bass lines are frenetic, and her vocal delivery ranges from quiet cooing, to impassioned wailing, to stentorian shouting, often in the space of a few lines. The members of the band remain apart, mono-focused on their individual efforts, as though each is in his or her own world. But the effect is an accretive, densely layered, gorgeously integrated tsunami of sound that washes violently over the crowd.