With its swirling, surreal melodies, bric-a-brac song structures, and dexterous rhythmic shifts, Leipzig’s Maraudeur have crafted an album imbued with the spontaneity of an art-school house party that somehow, miraculously, morphed into a recording. Crystalline laughter and the clinking of glasses coalesce into bright synth lines and guitar riffs that are sometimes twitchy, sometimes, occasionally without warning, hard and angular. Beneath it all is a hum of Devo-funk infused bass and nervous, bap-bap-boom drumming. Squawking, reverb-drenched vocals, tackling a variety of topics, some very serious, some more lighthearted, give the album that 4 AM late-night vibe where anything can happen. Comparisons to Kleenex/LiLiLPUT are perhaps inevitable, but the band wears that influence lightly, as they have on previous albums, effortlessly picking up where their predecessors left off and constantly exploring new horizons. “To be continued. This is energetic music, music that invites discovery, that is unsettling in the best possible sense; music to conjure away the endemic boredom of our post-apocalyptic society.”