Erik Schoster‘s debut album seemed to be passable blues for those in a pajama‘d fetal position, until I heard a track that is virtually nothing but FM static. “Go On, Temple, Said a Stout Ruddy Student Near Him. I‘ll Stand You a Pint After” is lathered in a technicolored buzz that broadcasts images of a year in a day. Thereafter, in “So Many Words,” this Wisconsinian adjusts the static to unravel snaps that flicker on the beat before rapper Noah Wark‘s rather conventional glitch-hop soliloquy kicks in. Elsewhere, Schoster and his seven collaborators all display good charcoal sketches desperately in need of color. Let‘s hope that our man never fixes his radio, just adjusts the dial slightly.