Woodhands is the Toronto-based indietronica bastard love child conceived in a New Young Pony Club/Steve Aoki/Death From Above 1979 threesome. Beyond the brilliantly wordsmithed title, Remorsecapade, most songs sound like a good band made a song and an electro DJ remixed it. The album has weak moments – more toward the end – but is, overall, quality electro. It thrives sticking to its niche of hard uptempo beats, almost too dark to be electro. Standout tracks Pockets, CP24 and Coolchazine are arguably the best examples. Woodhands aren’t technically talented vocalists, but they’re quite good at cheating with the mixer. Maximum respect for digitally altering a flaw into an attribute.

Side note: Not only is the cover awesome (tentacled robot chasing ponies with lasers), the duo’s promo photos depict the two bubble bathing in the nude. Perhaps they’ll execute some t.A.T.u. antics one day. When/if they do, I will surely revisit this album in commemoration.