Out Hud

Art-funk students non-pareil, this cool and collected Brooklyn band uses guitars like
proper rhythm instruments, meshed best (as on "My Two Nads") with penetrating drums,
space synths and a dash of sticky dub. (RS 914 – January 3, 2003)

Music machine with its works on the surface, all the better to delight and annoy you ("Dad, There's a Little Phrase Called Too Much Information," "Hair Dude, You're Stepping on My Mystique")