Lake Geneva seems as far as one can get from the bayous, but this Swiss trio have clearly drunk deeply from the heady brews of Cajun and zydeco. Their first two albums were ragged punk Cajun, a sprawl of accordion, banjo and scrub-board held together by sheer brio. A subsequent visit to Louisiana has slowed their pace and given their clipped French a southern drawl. Black Robert tumbles happily between rave-ups such as "Move Your Popo", bluesy items like "Les cuisines de l'enfer" and old-timey fiddle drones ("Possessed by Pie Ome"). A winning blast of Acadiana and rock verve.