The Chap's second full-length is a collection of shape-shifting song collages that contain multitudes. Call it a prolonged recording of slow-motion attention deficit disorder. But in spite of all the genre-hopping, from rock to dance to techno to British folk, Ham is ultimately exuberant.

Sounds and song structures are stuck together in inventive ways that just avoid irritation. Set next to the minimal, blippy "Woop Woop" is "Now Woel," a fuzzed-out guitar track, with a nervous tempo and descending synth lines, that seems to owe its debt to Trent Reznor.

Other debts should probably be paid to late '70s David Bowie and Brian Eno, with experiments like the droopy-riffed "Baby I'm Hurtin'" or the excellent "I Am Oozing Emotion." Each of these seems to be prehistoric techno - "Emotion" has a wall of guitar sound and a beat that moves with absurdist lyrics: "Give me a contract, give me a sign, give me a doot, doot, doo, baby." But the entire album follows this path - construction and deconstruction in an absurdist radio play.