"you are the acid to my alkaline" mutters a man over busy sqsqsqueequenced beats, and that unwillingness to just say "bass" is this album's whole problem, as it self-consciously avoids being too obvious, tries to dodge being Yet Another Dancepunk Album. These guys could take a learn from the Basement Jaxx school of doitdoitanddontgiveafuck.
The best moments are the wordless ones like Rayleigh Scattering and Tetrahydrofolic Acid, which just let the music be what it is, where FnM just let the melodies speak for themselves, without breathy, pointless lines like "i was right and you were wrong" again and again.
Believe in yourself! 3/5
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