If the best works of art necessitate a reconsideration of commonplace elements of everyday life, Seth Andrew Davis’ new album Fondue Shube is resoundingly profound. The Kansas City musician describes the release as “Brutalist Maximalist Noise.” It took me several sessions to consume all 74 minutes of the pernicious album. The aftereffect of the deliberately disagreeable clamor is startling. The mechanical whir of a fan in my bedroom is suddenly musical. I now seek patterns in the thrum of a neighbor’s air conditioning unit. The dull roar of passing airplanes are transformed into songs with melodies. Fondue Shube may not go down easily, but it’s efficacious medicine.