TRS-80 paddle through swift rapids of analog retro-goo with traps and 808s set at 4/4. Like their whopping 1MB RAM, Radio Shack namesake, their appeal is in their irony, simplicity and retro-camp value. As awkward as a thirteen-year-old boy with bad hair and a cracking voice, TRS-80's ungainly synths warble obtrusively, unashamed of their lack of finesse. Like a jack-in-the-beatbox, rhythms erupt out of nowhere, unanchored and drifting. Unlike so much overtly intellectual Post Rock, this visceral use of rudimentary rhythms and textures is refreshing.