brooklyn’s geese are a hard band to pin down. after debuting with the nervy post-punk of projector, pivoting to the explosive, theatrical ’70s rock of 3d country, and then revealing disarmingly tender songwriting on frontman cameron winter’s solo heavy metal, they break free of all previous molds on getting killed, cementing themselves as one of the wildest and most inventive rock bands in recent memory. big riffs are layered over choir samples, while hissing drum machines pulse softly beneath screeching guitars. winter’s vocals swing from sneering bravado to cracked vulnerability. the record never settles, and that’s precisely the point. it’s impossible to predict what they’ll do from one minute to the next, but it’s guaranteed to be thrilling. join the gaggle of geese before they take over the world.