If Britney Spears channeled her bipolar instability into bizarre dance music, she still wouldn’t sound as disoriented as this creepy Brooklyn ensemble. On their sixth album, distant, disembodied voices collide with hilariously lo-fi drum-machine crashes and rubbery synths. On the insanely gleeful “Kill People,” the title is moaned and screamed like an audition for a slasher flick, the slamming flourish of “Any and Every” sounds like cruising music for necrophiliacs, and the majestic “Walk Through the Night” could be an industrial blues. As P-Funk babbled, “Psychoalphadiscobeta!”
