“If you’re prone to seasickness, claustrophobia or acute discomfort at large, "Cenote"-- the back-and-forth blusterfuck from the second album by New York trio White Suns-- might be your new least-favorite track in the world. Concerning an underground expedition to find a paramour that’s likely imagined, and constructed with noncontiguous pieces of warped metal, busted hardcore and twisted noise, "C”
