Self-confessed Devo-dittos whose robotic rapidity and (to paraphrase) 'Alien and Warm' approach land them in some alternate universe's basement, the peculiar turf of which may have to be divvied up with the likes of The Residents. The full-time flippancy is counterposed by performances both penetratingly tight and confidently ruffled and made bearable via sub-20-minute runtime, but adamant non-believers should promptly guide their ears towards the riveting rendition of Talking Heads' "Psycho Killer": what better way to follow up "I Used to Be a Cheesepuff" and "Nasal Load" than with a semi-sincere sped-up sendup of a bonafide classic?
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