Wedding hip-pop beats to the screams of mortally wounded modems, itsagamble! is the arbiter of an arranged marriage (“Do you, fried circuit board, take this fat beat…?”) that has blossomed into love. Leaving behind flora and fauna, Rob Ross chronicles the mating rituals of robots: the tentative caress of electrons across a breadboard, melodrama chopped then screwed to a wall of electromagnetic interference (“Baby Maker”), and slow jamming (“Fox”) that builds breakbeats out of sex-chimes, all glazed in Kraftwerkian synth flavours. Which House? hops valences quicker than a supercharged particle but keeps it somewhere within the sphere drum’n'bass’n'saw wave’n'laser’n'I could go on… Tin foil chewers, bite down on this.