Yellow Swans is a very polarizing band. It’s one of those either-you’re-on-the-bus-or-off bands, the kind of deal most people don’t even consider music. I consider ‘em music, and I hope you will too, though I definitely understand if you’re a little freaked out by their death scrapes and noise sandpapering. I think it’s beautiful, though, and YS’s recentish Load Records release, Psychic Secession, is their most beautiful to date. Less killclashRRRRRREEERORR, this one sounds like vacuum cleaners run through pedals, clothes dryers thumping, drowsy undersea noise, stomach acid digesting a sandwich, all sorts of natural, pleasing, leftfield sound. After tonight’s Satyricon (Satyricon, 125 NW 6th Ave) show they leave for a huge tour. Go say, “laters.”