LISTENING to Battles’ sophomore record is, quite literally, a battle. No one could deny the New Yorkers are brilliant musicians, but their odd style and innumerable changes of direction grate rather than fascinate. All sorts of influences are present.

From the Wurlitzer-inspired Inchworm and Africastle, which feel like they have been sampled straight from the carnival rides of a fairground, to collaborations that merely reflect the style of their contributing artist. Defy anyone who listens to My Machines, for example, which features Gary Numan on vocals, to deny that it doesn’t sound like an updated version of Cars.

Caribbean influences also pervade on Dominican Fade. All of these confuse, leave the record bereft of any real rhythm or flow, and simply pose the question: Who are the real Battles? You won’t discover the answer on Gloss Drop.