"Beat music" has never felt like a fair term for Hudson Mohawke. As much as it hugs a boom-bap frame, his music is less about pulse than interruption, jangling like a pocketful of change. Two years after his debut album, Butter, it's also less about beats than ever. His drums are heavy, but they cede center stage to thousand-watt synthesizers so bright they border on the garish. "Thunder Bay" pairs jump-up grime with amphetamine trance; "All Your Love" is helium-filled piano house, and "Thank You" is simply one of the biggest tunes you've ever heard, like the Mount Rushmore of U.K. funky.