Buzz. Click. Roar. Clatter. The irrefutable Jan St. Werner is back, savage as ever.

Any threat of a melody is crushed and burnt with quantum abandon, so shamelessly does Lithops warp his sounds here. That isn't to say it's not funky though, with occasional blasts of Detroitian booty bass providing an injection of low end theory as comfortable on the iPod as it is on open-minded club rigs. (Kingsley Marshall)