Fujiya & Miyagi were always disquieting before, something about the unyielding motorik and the displaced, inscrutable stage whisper of David Best's voice and lyrics. This time around they've pushed the whole thing down a dark alleyway and left it paranoid and shivering. The taut spirit of Neu! is still ever present but the analogue sounds clang and feel their way along with more purpose than just to accompany the beat, switching from spy soundtrack to underground lounge club noise in a heartbeat. Best, still at one pace removed from the music, does his bit by expanding on his ability to read broodingly fathomless fear into non-sequitur aphorisms. In a way they actually seem to mean something, and it's not something heartening.