Superlative: Kindest girls who transcend cliques and are tolerant of all types except fat losers

Band most likely to: Build a time machine out of weed, play nude

Influences: Black Sabbath, Metallica, Kandy Kupps

Likes: Ritual murder, surfing

Dislikes: The weak

TITS were formed by local artists and musicians Mary Elizabeth Yarborough (bass), Kim Wet (guitar), Rose Mary (drums), and Abbey Kerrins (guitar) earlier this year when they were standing around joking around about the word tits and how it would be a great band name. I believe the thinking was "who doesn't love tits?" And this is true. Pretty much everyone loves tits, or jugs, at one time or another. Some people even have weird fixations on tits. And tits, or big giant milk cans, can make people do strange and shameful things. Anyway, not long after the discovery that they all liked the word tits, the band began laying the groundwork for their spaced-out black metal with tribal rhythms and shrieking feedback music.

Each song is built on a Sabbath-y bass line with totally animal drums pounding underneath. One guitar lays down a simple rock riff while the second guitar emits waves of feedback that at times resemble the sheets of sound My Bloody Valentine used to make. There are screeching lead vamps peeling off, also. The rhythm makes it all feel like heavy kraut rock, but not in some stupid Stereolab way – more like Amon Düül II's "Soap Shop Rock" gone heavy metal. Totally unhinged, like a '60s freakout taken to almost parodic extremes.

The drummer and bass player share vocal duties. Chanting weird, repetitive lyrics in a semi-operatic, fantasy-metal whisper, the two voices come through over the caterwaul as just barely heard, ethereal sounds. The most striking thing about what TITS are doing is how flat-out weird it is. The simple guitar riffs and simple rhythms and droning feedback are all things we've heard before. But add in the spooky vocals and this inexplicable feel of time-traveling castle metal, and you have, like, five different things that don't normally relate going on, which can be a good or bad thing, depending on the situation. In this situation, it's a good thing. Chugging space rock, Dead C-ish feedback, angelic female chanting, and primal, Troggs-like drums. It's free rock. I don't even know where the metal angle comes from, because it doesn't sound too much like metal. But there's something about the changes, vocal breaks, and overall aesthetic of the band that points to metal rather than to noise or art rock.

Another thing you should probably know about TITS, and this is tough to write about as they are all friends of mine (and so are the two guitar players' boyfriends), is they are pretty dangerously hot. Usually when you go see a band, there's maybe one cute person in it, and you're, like, "Oh, the drummer's hot," or whatever. But this band are all hot. Four really hot girls playing superloud, weird space metal. At one show they wore nude-colored body suits. Yikes. With all due respect to everyone involved, I'm just saying: H.O.T.T. – hot. Their album comes out in January, but you can catch them live before then. Just be ready to have your eyes explode when you see them play. (Mike McGuirk)

TITS play "Rock Out Without Your Cock Out" with Secret Synthi, Lipstick Conspiracy, and Butcher and Smear Sept. 24, 9 p.m., Edinburgh Castle Pub, 950 Geary, S.F. $5. (415) 885-4074.