Taking their name from characters of Henry Dargers, this Australian outfit dares to proclaim, "Yes, Casio keyboards and fuzzboxes can live in harmony." Here's the line-up: on first base is your angry, distorted guitarist (take your pick); on second, John Zornish squawky sax; short-stop, that Flock of Seagulls keyboardist; third, catchy Cure-like bass player; on the mound, a screaming singer who's out to beam the batter in the head; and behind the plate, a needy female vocalist. Scattered about the outfield are tape loops, trumpets and organs. How's that for a team? They may not win many games, but now and then they'll knock one out of the park.

Each cut on this self-titled CD does its best to get your ass shaking. Driving drums and catching rhythms play off the pained vocals throughout. Though apparently angry, this guy sings of design issues and the stark beauty of etched names on human bones. I must say, I'm a little struck by this aggressive noise, especially when it's coupled with worries such as this:

I know your industry/
It's the spectacle based on commodity/
Where abstractions rule and falsities fit on the shelves/
With the images sold back to us.