This Detroit post-punk band set some tongues wagging at SXSW – the recent Texan music conference festival – for being something of an anti-buzz band. Industrial decline in the 1970s yielded British post-punk; Detroit's post-industrial evisceration is reflected in Protomartyr's dour, seething, resigned songs in which drums tumble and guitars take dubby turns. Scum, Rise features a childhood abandonment ("There's nothing you can do," sneers singer Joe Casey) and on Bad Advice, he half-raps, half-rants à la Mark E Smith over a riff that distantly echoes the Clash's Guns of Brixton. Happily, there are tunes aplenty, making this second Protomartyr album a surprisingly pleasurable dose of swaggering anomie.