After 13 years of inactivity, New York's most perverse misery merchants Swans are back and itchier than ever. Announced with doomsday fervor as the "FINAL TOUR UNTIL RELEASE OF NEW STUDIO ALBUM NEXT YEAR," these two nights at Music Hall Of Williamsburg might be your last chance to hear a cycle of songs from 2010's bone-chilling, aggro-noir My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky. The Swans set lists draw heavily from the record (their last Brooklyn appearance was more than half new material), which is swell because My Father shotgun-marries M. Gira's Angels Of Light--era Southern gothic lilt to their old-fashioned scum-sucking misanthropy. The current live arrangements are monolithic, the volume oppressively loud. But the real stomach churner is percussionist Thor Harris, adding a layer of tubular bells, gongs, and tympanic sucker punches. Watch them suck the air out of Brooklyn, or follow them out to Asbury Park this weekend, where ATP curators Portishead have invited Swans to muster dark clouds over the Jersey Shore's lapping waves.
Tue., Sept. 27, 8 p.m.; Wed., Sept. 28, 8 p.m., 2011