Chris Woodhouse’s (from the FM Knives) new band is harder, faster, and louder than the old one, a screeching, hurling, spastic menace of a band that gets what has been a fairly sedate crowd, up to now, slamming in the pit. One guy even hazards a crowd surf, though it doesn’t last long. Neither do the songs, but while they’re on, they’re insanely aggressive, body-blowing onslaughts. More Mayyors, please.