I’ve only attended three concerts at which the physicality of the music wreaked havoc on my physique: Dinosaur Jr., My Bloody Valentine, and Aphex Twin. Where the first two shows simply slew me with volume, Aphex’s jacked-up electronic manipulations were not only loud, but disjointed and spastic. When that cacophony was combined with hyperactive lights, I could barely walk my (chemical-free) body to the exit. I’m sure if I ever witnessed a Panasonic concert I would suffer a similar loss of bodily function, probably in the bowels. The Finnish twosome of Ilpo Vãisãnen and Mika Vainio specializes in low-end rumbles that sound as if they emanate from miked electrical outlets. Rendered with homemade and commercial analog synths, Panasonic’s uneasy-listening music draws distinct images: “Puhdistus” recalls the rhythmic whoosh of cars passing on a rain-soaked road, while “Murto Neste” evokes the wobbly timekeeping of an off-balance washing machine. “Kylmã Massa” is the amplified flapping of an insect’s wings, and “Teurastamo” translates as “slaughterhouse.” “-25” is at least as cold as the temperature, whether Fahrenheit or Celsius, “Sããt›” is AM radio static, and the industrial hum of “Moottori” would surely perform that public cleansing of my colon.

—Christopher Porter