Aa (say 'BIG A little a') has been honing its unique blend of intensely stylized DIY maximalism in the lofts and clubs of New York since 2002. The component parts - three drum sets, a tangle of synthesizers and samplers, dudes shouting - are simple enough. Yet the experience is an utterly unique and giddily engaging gasp of fresh air, a densely imagined, obsessively structured, hyperactive shoplifting spree through the polyrhythmic post-post-punk digital jungle-mall. Earth-shakingly organic beats, squawking, alien samples and group chant-hooks crash headfirst into blissed-out electronic rave-ups - everybody moves, everybody sweats. And yeah, they do their own fucking light show.