This one is for the short attention span set, though they sadly might not get past the first minute. For fifty seconds, the rowdy Bristol, UK youths form a sonic dog pile, with no tangible ideas escaping the clatter. But then, like a rescue husky with delicious brandy, a warming synth line shows up to save you from the avalanche. The rest of Munch Munch's debut single for Tomlab Records (Deerhoof, Final Fantasy) will either strike you as maddeningly sloppy or delightfully ramshackle depending on your lo-fi tolerance. Personally, I find the goofy new wave falsetto as appealing as the vital sense that it could all go wrong at numerous points. I grin everytime they recover from a potential derailment. I even like the "so dumb they're genius" sections when the band stops playing keyboards and just chants the repetitive melody themselves. But most of all, I love the 3:30 mark, when a section of bratty caterwauling suddenly blossoms into a new song altogether, one that sounds like one of the darker cuts on the lone Unicorns album. That's a fine place for restlessness to lead.