In the solemnity of the current school of German electronic music, Mouse on Mars attend class as irreverently as an android loudly chewing gum with its mouth open. Electronics squirm and giggle as they spit broken samples and sputter melodic glitches, combining to compose disjointed sounds of pure jubilance. Cute enough to pull a smile from the face of any IDM-ster, Mouse on Mars' tracks piece together trite melodies like ticklish fragments of Musique Concrete (perhaps the discards of dry sound deemed too pop and Twee for Cologne's academic scene) set to scampering rhythms. Too wonky for the disco and too awkward for a hum-along, Mouse on Mars produce party music for French philosophy seminars.
