Body Riddle doesn’t feature as much synthetic critter twitter as Chris Clark’s 2001 debut, nor does it sound as strangulated as some of that album’s more straitjacketed and jacking tracks. Then again, Body Riddle doesn’t struggle within itself nearly as much as Clark’s 2003 sophomore ambient meandering. What before sounded forced now swings refined. “Herr Bar,” “Frau Wav,” “Ted,” “Vengeance Drools,” “Night Knuckles”-these highlights recall everything from fuzz-filter funk to the spiny mecho-organic convulsions of Richard D. James.