But if you must try, their new release, “World War Fun,” is a pretty good approximation of their sound, provided you turn it up to 1,000 and break some stuff while you listen.

The basic Boom Bang template: maxed-out, surf-rock guitars; howled vocals with outlandish reverb; tom and snare pound; and relatively normal bass lines. This template can be modified in various ways: “Vietnomnomnom” is a catchy approximation of the sound, while “Mondo Ripper” is their audio interpretation of being drowned in a riptide of “shark-infested waters.” The shrieking, pounding mess is probably a pretty accurate description.

Thankfully, more songs lean to the “listenable” part than the “being beaten to death by a surfboard” bit. “Skateboard Devito,” in addition to having a great title, sees lead singer James Smith actually singing as opposed to howling, and his vocals matched with the hooky, simplistic surf rock produces a great song. “Tobacula” is similar in construction and success.

As is often the case with incredible live bands, the album starts to drag toward the end. This is not because of diminishing quality, but because of a sheer volume of tunes in a style that is predominantly meant to be heard live. Does The Boom Bang expect people to sit down and listen to all 11 songs in a row? No way. They want you to come and mosh at their shows.

And you should. Jump on the bandwagon before the rest of garage/surf-rock-lovin’ indie nation does. —Stephen Carradini