This much-hyped Brit fivesome would be more at home trading licks with John Popper on the H.O.R.D.E. tour than sharing a stage with Tricky, Fatboy Slim, or others of the English leading edge. While their retro pastiche of swampy guitar, Vedderesque vocals, and goofy lyrics ("Tijuana lady which way'd you flow... el mariachi desperado") is initially bewildering, it slowly grows into sonic shapes that are as dense and oddly beautiful as wild kudzu.