Brooklyn noisepunks with a taste for the anthemic go seeking the alienation of our instant communication wonderland and come back with a curiously dated album.

For a band who’ve toured with TV on the Radio, Oneida and Melt Banana and are usually thought of as avant-garde tinged, when it comes to the electronic and noise influences, this is almost upsettingly straightforward.

Emphatic vocals sit high on top of the songs in a manner reminiscent of a relic from the 1980s, while the songs demand to remain wedged in your brain. Electronic beeps and whistles add nuance, but at the same time feel like the first wave of nostalgia for the ideas of the future as encapsulated a generation or two back.

On its own terms, this is good, driving, earnest indie-rock with heart enough to steady the stadium flourishes, but as a document intended to record the unsettling loneliness that is perversely engendered by the volume of information now surrounding us in the ether, it borders on quaint.

Richard Davie