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Since 2000, Mono has made great waves by saying nothing at all. Its blend of instrumental alt-rock is cinematic and textured, building upon itself with layered guitar work and pervasive cymbals. Often times, the music begins with a simple note before it crescendos to a volcanic peak, then crashes upon itself in an exasperated heap. On its impressive new album, For My Parents, the Japanese quartet is in full melancholic force. Its five songs last a whopping 55 minutes, each one a methodical event in itself. Mono isn’t in a rush, and it assumes you aren’t, either. $15.