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This year’s Let Us Prey is typically doomy and relentless, but its predecessor is the behemoth thunder of guys who sound too stoned to find their pants, let alone these Dinosaur Sr. jams. The finest hour from the band named Most Likely to Write an Album About an Interdimensional Bong by Is Anyone Else Hungry? ‘zine. —Joe Gross