XLR8R

Another mysterious pseudonym for the Drexiciyans and another album of exactly what you'd expect from them. Don't get me wrong, that isn't a diss-after all, you'd hardly expect them to start experimenting with "nu-jazz." But they do deliver their unerring brand of militant machine funk with an unswerving dedication to their causes of electro and techno. For the most part, this is gritty, dancefloor-aimed Detroit business. But in a couple of places (specifically "Lonely Journey Of The Comet Bopp" and "Flux") their more reflective deep-space side sneaks through, providing welcome relief from the onslaught, and for my money, the album's best moments.