IT IS WITH A PREDATORY intensity that We Are Wolves move through their songs. Stalking and waiting. Panting in anticipation of blood-soaked snow and the death-limped corpse. Of all the "wolf" bands making news right now—from Wolf Eyes and Wolfmother to Wolf Colonel and Wolf Parade—WAW sounds the most lupine, the band voted most likely to dress up in sheep's clothing and snuff your poor wooly soul.

The Montreal group's new record, Non-Stop Je Te Plie en Deux is a dark, fanged, menacing piece of dance-punk. Beats and live drums pulse and groove out beneath a sly, throbbing bassline and machine-gunning guitar, while the singer howls under a distorted telephone effect. Where the Bravery hobnobs with celebrities, and bands like LCD Soundsystem sing anthems for greasy dancefloors and crowded gold-mirrored bathrooms, WAW's music is dead center in the smoky, green laser-light-filtered goth club. And there you are too, drunk and high as hell and cutting along the edge of the crowd while house-beats ooonsk ooonsk up your brainpan and every foggy corner's taken up by some sketchy dude getting blown by his corpse bride.

Now, that's more articulated via aesthetics and vibe than where the band is actually from. Released on Fat Possum, WAW are tight-wedged in indierock's ever-splintering universe; industrial beats, electro keyboards, and Bauhausian guitar aside, they're more likely to show up in Skyscraper than at so and so dance club's fetish night. But that's neither here nor there. The important thing to know is that We Are Wolves is a good band and their boogieman nightmare jams are fun, danceable, and theatrically moody. Prepare to be hunted, you precious little lamb.