When you put Dan Friel’s third solo album Ghost Town pictured in the CD player you are greeted with the title track: a difficult, high pitched squeal of distorted electronics and barely controlled feedback that makes your teeth grind and brain clench. But after 30 odd seconds of thin meandering chaos something strange happens. Some of the painful sounds begin to take on almost melodic qualities before slowly building in density. You can tell something big is about to happen. When the beat kicks in, a booming unapologetic stomp, suddenly all these difficult sounds coalesce into an incredibly triumphant keyboard line, and the song is transformed into the most infectious noise anthem you will ever hear. This is fist in the air music. Ghost Town continues in this vein, using shrill difficult electrics and harnessing them into melodic shots of musical adrenalin. When I suggest that noise has never been used to such melodic ends the Brooklyn based Friel is quick to disagree. “Electronic noise and catc