It can't be denied that Weasel Walter of the Flying Luttenbachers has a bit of a God complex. As explained in the liner notes to his latest release, Systems Emerge from Complete Disorder, he and various collaborators have been making records about the destruction of all humanity since 1996. And given this release (from conception to playing to recording) emerged through Weasel's own divining, omnipotent hand, what else are you gonna say? Still, Weasel deserves to hear something new about himself. After all, he holds up his end on Systems Emerge, which journeys far beyond the metal/prog/no-wave/skronk jazz combo he forged with previous material into an even more dense and unpredictable realm. The central plot here is that a big, bad planetoid (the Iridescent Behemoth named in the title of the 20-minute final track) configures itself from atomic chaos and rises as the new order of being, which is, of course, Nothingness. Existentialists could have a chuckle. Upon entering this imaginary dimension, we hear a huge blast of noise (a reprise of the world's end on the last Luttenbachers release, Infection and Decline, perhaps) and then get treated to three numbers that have "kkringg" in the title. The kkringg tryptych, I imagine, charts the dividing and recombining of new cellular forms through interplay between drum parts and guitar lines that run wild and the heavy bass rhythms that push the thick mass of sound forward. By the time we get to track five, "thrumm'd HTE (for M)," things loosen up to make room for some synth beeps – because synthesizers have always been the musical signifier of new life forms – that spin and unwind at alarming pitches and eventually creep into broken bits of guitar parts and a bunch of other noises of unnamed origin. Next, on "thorned lattice," the sound of systems powering up, commanding kettle drums, and triumphant strings usher in a cosmic and avant-garde sort of piece, hair-raising in its ability to build up the suspense for "Rise of the Iridescent Behemoth," the aforementioned epic culmination. Weasel is brilliant at making music of mass destruction, and we should all be thankful he went to school to study jazz and not chemistry. But he also builds a universe out of his own imagination, which is my favorite reason for why people make stuff. Way to go, Wease. Flying Luttenbachers play with Deerhoof and Crack: We Are Rock Wed/14, Elbo Room, S.F. (415) 552-7788. (Deborah Giattina)