Wade into the swamp of no-wave with Foetus’ “Descent Into The Inferno,” a snowballing epic of saucy menace. Like body snatchers, all these tracks take on forms we’ve heard before, jazz or disco-rock or folk, but sapped of warmth and joy and left as screaming husks. It’s terrifying stuff, but like a good horror movie, it can be perversely fun. “Ice Cream Man” is a sweet chaser...you assume, until you realize Jonathan Richman is in fact the most sadistic motherfucker here.