This London-based trio imagines futuristic radio formats in a civilization reborn after global nuclear catastrophe. Teetering on the thin line between Trip-Hop and Ambient Techno, these monochromatic grooves are appropriate mood-setting fare to prep the crowd at a Bjork performance. Metallic breakbeats whittled down with surging synths envelop lengthy boy/girl moans like an invisible cloud of poisonous gas filling a sealed-off padded cell. Electro whips lash out at loose rhythms like the forked tongues of angry garden snakes through slats of a wooden crate. Sharp melodies shrivel up over the weight of rocky basslines like boulders rumbling down a deserted mountain pass. RadioDays' interpretation of controlled panic works best as a soundtrack to a plane crash experienced from the coach class.