Toronto’s Holy Fuck creates dance music that careens off the grid yet possesses a ragtag sense of discipline. They rock some primitive hardware, whose “flaws” outshine software’s precision, summoning torrents of pinwheeling turbulence. Siphoning some exclamatory vigor off of !!! (but minus the sing-along choruses), Holy Fuck galvanizes with rambunctious grooves that’ll make you shake your Can and cause you to wonder why more techno doesn’t fizz with this kind of raw, triumphant energy. “The Pulse” and “Safari” max out Holy Fuck’s monumental motorik mayhem; those and many other tracks here should be scoring highlight footage of the next Olympics. Like some ultimate soundtrack to multitasking and overachieving, LP makes Primal Scream’s XTRMNTR sound anemic and renders energy drinks redundant.