Just when you thought you had Paris’s hippest label, Tigersushi, all figured out, they throw yet another curve ball at you. Unlike their labelmates, Park Attack doesn’t make disco, punky house or reverse-engineered EBM. The Glaswegian trio, who comes to Tigersushi via the label’s Scottish partner, Oscarr, pounds away on trashcan drums and Confusion Is Sex-era drones. Suddenly, it’s 1982 again-and in basements across the world, kids are using punk rock to make virtues out of their limitations. The singer’s shrieks make The Slits sound like lounge singers, but cool organ tones offer a cold compress to keep the pain away.