Montréal experimental punks Fly Pan Am were brutally underrated during their near-decade run. Commitedly avant-garde and obsessed with the idea of self-sabotage, they never made a “great” album — whenever their music was in danger of becoming too enjoyable, they’d make like Neil Young and head for the ditch. Their last and finest album, N’Écoutez Pas, has a lot of frustrating moments. At its peaks, though, the band seemed to be in command of thrilling, barely-tamed musical possibilities. “Autant Zig-Zag”, in particular, swerves from a pummelling shoegaze droner into a wild fantasia of crumbling drum loops and feedback. It’s exquisitely far-out.