This Seattle four-piece jerk their way through darkened melodies like a timed musical seizure, layering haunting keyboard patches over robotic stops and starts. Science fiction sound effects, taut guitar rhythms, and propulsive drumbeats. If disco is the pulse of the dance floor, this is a disco as informed by The Jesus Lizard as by Liquid Liquid; a disco found in the late night convulsions of a party that refuses to be chaperoned.