This CD should be programmed to only play between 2 and 4 a.m. on weekend nights. That’s when listeners are likely to still be awake from an evening of swilling booze–and can laugh at anything. Adam Butler sharply departs from post-techno and indulges in mutant ragtime. And he won’t shut up. Our man jabbers away in an annoyingly dry and detached tone. He delivers some dandy piano jaunts and pots ‘n’ pans rhythms on “Paper Wraps Stone” and “…Said the Signal to the Noise,” but his poetry slams interrupt the momentum.