What does flipping through record bins sound like? Still Going's first release on their newly minted label aims to find out. Opening with snippets of sonic whispers, instruments are soaked in super glue and thrown at the wall.

What sticks? All of it, even as some of the elements ooze down or soar upwards. The guitar, which sounds like it was cut out of a Manuel Göttsching jam session, manages to do both simultaneously, giving new meaning to the word "riffing". Beeps, buzzes, and saw wave hooks impart a seemingly random ebb and flow, but the steady punctuation of it all lays bare a sense of purpose. Before you know it, each effect is in conversation, all at once, like the sound of the crowd of a bar building up throughout an evening.

And who's the throaty femme singing on the track? Why, none other than Lizzy Yoder, she of the infamous Fischerspooner. Just when the song peaks en masse, piano, whirling around a chandelier, takes the party outside, where they pass out in the street. Rock & roll meets techno rebound meets dinner theatre—and there's an unflagging, unchanging house beat keeping it all together.

Hear it all at once.