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In a 1997 Wire interview, Masami Akita (aka Merzbow) detailed the impetus for his extreme noise terror: “I felt there were no records which solely consisted of the guitar-destroying part of the Who or Jimi Hendrix, the ending noise coda of [King Crimson’s] ’21st Century Schizoid Man,’ the feedback guitar music of the Stooges, the violent knife performance of Keith Emerson.” Like Merzbow, Black Dice skips rock’s foreplay and heads straight for its noisy booty. The Brooklyn band started out making transgressive crypto-hardcore that recalled the sloppier moments of Black Flag and Void. But what began as nearly indecipherable punk rock became increasingly formless metal-machine music: Clocking in at a measly 22 minutes, Black Dice’s latest disc, Cold Hands, commences innocently enough with some gentle guitar-as-music-box tinkering but quickly descends into improvised layers of vocal shred, guitar skree, and percussion blurt. The album is pure noise. But the thing about noise records is that they’re ultimately all the same: a big rock ending without the precursor of a big rock song. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Black Dice gets it on with Lightning Bolt and Avey Tare & Panda Bear at 9 p.m. Tuesday, June 5, at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $5. (202) 667-7960. (Brent Burton)