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Like a stainless steel Steve Albini project engaging the dorks from Devo in a paranoid discussion about technology, Seattle's A Frames erect a bare-bones rat-a-tat Futurama on the back of clipped rhythms and monotone post-punk vocalizations. Interestingly, in lieu of leaning on microchips and synthesizers, the trio uses a junkyard of analog instrumentation to bring off its nuts-n-bolts symphony. Redefining the word "jagged," the buzz-sawing guitars and robotic libretto of Erin Sullivan are accompanied by the Tin Man locked groove of drummer Lars Finberg and bassist Min Yee's often beautiful, pistons-churning low end. This old-timey approach could work well to possibly place the band in the tradition of Scratch Acid, Big Black, Six Finger Satellite, or more recently Arab On Radar, but the storyline's a tad hackneyed now (microwaves, TVs, age of progress, etc) and the borrowed machinery grows rusty right quick with a predictable, repetitious, assembly-line attack pattern: start/stop, up/down, start/stop, up/down, etc. There are a few victories, like the moody Joy Division new wave of "U-Boat" and "Eva Braun" and the right-on Wirey clatter of the synthy "Experiment," but for the most part, A Frames' fragmented cacophony reaches entropy before managing to construct anything from its spare parts.
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