Transmission Galactic is a new record label owned by Tori Amos, and this weird UK punk-cabaret crew has the indubitable honor of starring in its flagship release. The problem is the same one bands like this always face, that being the fact that most people nowadays don’t have the attention span to stick with conceptual art that takes up more than 5 seconds of ringtone time, but the attempt is, at least, admirable. Mostly guitar-based, their best foot is their cockney-blathered speed stuff (“Complication” is like a sped-up version of The Horrors when they were good, made of spazzing chords that would whale the tar out of Gang of Four), but this effect and others are an uneasy fit with the cabaret stuff, which I had no interest in. They’ll probably be a wonderful changeup at the Euro-rock festivals this summer, if that means anything. A — Eric W. Saeger