The first thing one hears on METZ’s Strange Peace is an engineer’s announcement that tape is rolling. The second is what sounds like a construction site settling into a pretty good groove. The band rarely lets up from there, grinding out post-punk so noxious and ugly it ends up feeling strangely cleansing—like a bath, but with bleach. There are plenty of hooks buried in the noise, but the band’s bedrock remains rhythm, from the propulsive “Mr. Plague” (which sounds like Nirvana at their meanest) to the asymmetrical assaults of tracks like “Mess of Wires” and “Lost in the Blank City,” which jerk like trucks stalling hypnotically on repeat.