If you know the guitarists Nels Cline, Lee Ranaldo, and Alan Licht at all, or are familiar with analog tweaker Carlos Giffoni, then you already know they played a show in NYC and birthed this experimental exercise in axe drone. Nearly an hour of sonic exploration, Nothing Makes Any Sense might make those who don’t like post-everything or guitars want to destroy the speakers with jackhammers, but they’d be in good company with Ranaldo, Cline, et. al. These esteemed sound-fuckers from the orbit of Sonic Youth, Wilco, and others are cool with deconstruction: They know it’s just construction in reverse. Their zero-track orchestral opus is filled with static storms, dialed-in feedback, and amps that sound as though they might turn into super-massive black holes at any moment. For experienced travelers only.