RUNNING - Vaguely Ethnic LPThe screech. The wall. The slanted floor nausea. Theres not a word for the signature cyclical howling that Chicagos RUNNING have harnessed and tortured into submission. They play with their food before they eat flay into a terse punk trance, a Kraut beat psycho riff for the ages, mesmerize or terrorize but invariably they unleash The Sound upon us just when it seems most likely to bring back your lunch. That theyve built such a mean, spare and evil