'Vaja Te Suba Te' rattles away to 16th-note hats and the rhythmic whack-whack of drumsticks while a fishtank gurgles up and down the scale. The halfway mark brings a pretty blip line which lifts the bar slightly, but not sufficiently. The title track is stronger, but it too takes its time. Lonely prog pads in the opening seconds herald portent and dread, but these vanish, replaced by familiar barren tics, a triangle solo and a melody tapped out on plastic bottles. By the eight minute mark these elements have cohered into something swinging, but by then it's all over.
In sets these might work, but these textbook cases are hardly essential.