Eight years removed from First Album at the height of the electroclash gold rush, Caroline Herve and Michel Amato return with Two, a minimal update to their original formula. Their defiantly synthetic beats still churn along like Cybotron thickened with a dose of cornstarch, and no one delivers glassy-eyed, semi-grammatical shouts through a megaphone quite like Miss Kittin, but much of Two feels calculated, as if it was deliberately designed for the catwalk. Despite the ridiculously blank “Ray Ban,” enough of Two excites by delving deeper into the subconscious (the crashing, Nord-led aggression of “Indulgence”) or stepping out into the sunlight (a goofy, cheerful cover of “Suspicious Minds”) to justify marking a calendar eight years from now for a Three.