Taking heavy cues from breakdancing tournaments of yore, mall-punker Baron Zen’s hip-hop and electro rhythms often sound like they were programmed 25 years ago on dusty Roland drum machines (witness the Cybotron-meets-Man Parrish jaunt of “Rocket Ship!”). His wet, synth squelches and vocodered party calls are godlessly cheesy (“Robert Funk”), and while there are some amusing moments here that could fatten a sampler, the Trax are not strong nor clever enough to be more than filler for DJs looking to provoke smirks and chuckles. Some rhythms also suffer from sluggishness and need their pitches cranked up on the turntable. File in the novelty breaks bin, please.