Animal Lover’s “Plasme,” from the riotous Guilt, is what would happen if someone tried to cover an Albert Ayler song with scrap metal and a drill press. It’s lean and chaotic — its serrated guitars lash out over and over, mercilessly working the same sickening, atonal riff. Vocals appear, but only for a second, barking desperately from behind the melee. But then it’s just those guitars, grunting and kicking again and again. The band was born in Fargo, North Dakota in winter, and “Plasme” is shot through with the kind of panic and dread that isolation brings.