Talk about real industrial metal music. These New York-based "junk rockers" are just as likely to play a battered coffee pot, frying pan or Radio Flyer wagon as their "normal" instruments. A synthesis of clang-and-bang sounds and the gloom-and-doom lyrics of singer/bassist Erik Sanko, the Keys are equally at home in a modern art gallery or on a club stage. Their surprisingly fluid new CD, Obtainium, is more focused than previous records, but still the riddims are scattered all over the place like tools in a high school shop class. SK's off-kilter existentialism won't be to everyone's liking, but will appeal to admirers of John Cage, Tom Waits and the vastly underrated Fat Albert and the Junkyard Gang.