You'd expect a band who began life in the 1980s with a squiggly pictogram for a name to veer towards the diffident and cryptic, and so it is with the streams of consciousness Karl Hyde unleashes over Barking. It's typical Underworld, albeit a more restrained and less hedonistic version than their Trainspotting commercial heyday: these days, they're more likely to be shouting 'latte, latte, latte'.

Download: 'Scribble'; 'Hamburg Hotel'

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