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definitely worth reading: http://www.sfweekly.com/Issues/2006-03-15/listenup/listenfeat3_full.html excerpt: It's Saturday morning in San Francisco. Across the city, scenesters sit bleary-eyed in diners, sucking greasy spoons and mainlining caffeine. But in an airy loft in the dirty heart of the Mission, 30 people of various ages are chatting brightly, paper plates in hands and on knees, carving into vegan gingerbread pancakes, and taking in some utterly brutal electronic live music. This is "Godwaffle Noise Pancakes," a monthly gathering for fans of gourmet griddle fare and sonic violence. [ ... ] Noise is about the transitory joy and pain that unfold at each performance, whether during the sweaty electronic terror of the national scene's current ambassadors to the mainstream, Wolf Eyes; the gore-pop of Spider Compass Goodcrime Band; or the manipulated- feedback monsoon of Bacillus, who appears on the Postscript DVD in a full biohazard get-up, the necessity of which becomes clear when he steps into the audience and releases some powdery viruses into the air. It's also wonderful to see music made by people who couldn't give a shit about making any money. A noise artist will never get a record deal, despite the fact that he will likely invest hundreds of dollars in laptops, tape machines, sound processors, musical instruments, effects pedals, and anal beads. At today's "Noise Pancakes," the watchers are made up of young hipsters, scruffy old metal dudes, middle-aged art types, and a small phalanx of pretty UC Berkeley undergrads doing some sort of "research." In a corner, a young couple placidly sits on a couch reading the newspaper while Noel Von Harmonson (from local garage- psych band Comets on Fire) unleashes a thunderous solo set not three feet away. In broad daylight, in full view of the Financial District, urbanely eating pancakes, it feels like we are winning a little war. Against what it's unclear, but the fight is delightful.