Ike Yard’s songs, culled from ostensibly “lost” tapes from the early ‘80s, intoxicate by locking into mechanized voodoo rhythms, electro-basslines that maraud the streets, and synth noises that resemble hallucinations heard during your tenth consecutive sleepless night. “Loss” and “Half a God” should’ve been classics for Front 242 and Skinny Puppy to rip off. The only catch is Stuart Argabright’s undead-Ian Curtis monotone: it can sound fittingly numb and soulless at times, but often grows tiresome. Otherwise, this record is a trove.