After a bit of a pause, Andrea returns with an invigorated sense of funk and a bad case of scuffed shell toes. "Retail Juke" opens up with an impatient metronome and sparkling Rhodes keys ushering in spasmodic sample edits and unregimented drums, honing that slow-fast thing that's so bizarrely effective. "Write-Off" sounds like an ice cream van taking a wrong turn and ending up wheel-deep in some hyperrealist dayglo forest. Still, it's quite melancholy in its own fidgety way.