Jungle Tickets

Jungle make world music for rundown inner cities. It's jungle evidently made by people who don't a) like jungle or b) live in the jungle, unless it's an urban one.

Their debut double-A side, Platoon/Drops, is tribal in terms of rhythm but postpunk in sensibility.

It is somehow texturally rich yet austere, with an atmosphere and a voice that suggest authority and gravitas despite the context of music designed essentially to make you have fun and dance.

Platoon, the lead track, opens with a series of eerie sounds before giving way to a midtempo groove – and it is a groove, not a beat or a pulse.

It's Studio 54 by way of Can's Inner Space Studio, New York electrofunk via Manchester and Cologne.

The handclaps are disco and the bass-as-guitar is pure Peter Hook, but the timbre evokes a place somewhere to the left of Byrne/Eno's Bush of Ghosts.

The tempo – loping, insistent – hints at hedonism (it's close to baggy bliss-out), only with an awareness that all pleasure is provisional.