The artists formerly known as Xerox Teens, until corporate muscle forced a name change.
This is the sort of music that has vapid music journos scrabbling around for a new genre to invent. Imagine, if you will, the Fall's Mark E Smith fronting a acid-house voodoo groove band, and you're still not even close.
Quite simply, this lot sound like nobody else, not due to any supersonic musical advances, just because they seem to get bored halfway through a song and start again. And yet somehow, its turns out being excellent.