You could muzzle this third release from Salford’s electro architects (and ex Nylon Pylon survivors), but it wouldn’t do much. In fact, you could straitjacket it, strap on a Hannibal mask, bind its limbs and it would still wriggle free, going beserk on the dancefloor – mouth frothing and nerve endings frazzled by a Casio’s circuitboard. Kitsune picked up on this lot for their earlier tracks and we advise you to do the same while the party’s still raging.