This is a monster: Nearly every one of Images of Sigrid's tracks is so built-up it's like you're hearing two-and-a-half decades of post-punk, post-punk revivals, post-punk spin-offs, and disco-funk, stacked and stitched together. It's like a Frankenstein colossus made of un-aged scraps of Bryan Ferry, Ian Curtis, Gang of Four, and string-laden blockbuster epic film scores. The title track is preposterous, turning in five minutes from a subtle, ethereal electronic production to moody Smiths fuck music to an orchestral Saturday Night Fever disco track. Meanwhile, "My Own Private Vietnam" sounds like GoF's "Anthrax" with Joakim programming some contemporary electronic weirdness into it. Good luck with this one.