Like a camel that's eaten too much peyote and then stumbled into a branch of Tandy, this is a beast confusingly at ease with technology. Bumbling around with a kind of lunatic high-tech approach to funk-rock, the sounds are frighteningly clever but underpinned by big-time edits and luxury beats. Track one bangs out nu-skool junglist-sounding breakbeat, tracks two and three behave like a four-year old in a rave, while track four ducks into a Moroccan porn shop. Drought rock the world once more.