The Norwegian duo worship at the twin altars of spastic '70s , and , both of whom inform their album debut (which includes tracks stretching back at least four years). Like their major influences, however, doesn't use humor as a crutch but instead as a coat rack, so to speak, to hang their excellent productions on. At times sounding like a heavily European version of indie- band , at other times a poppier version of fellow Scandinavian dance savants , the duo appear capable of spinning virtually any musical idea into gold. The single is glimmering excellent computer , and when begins, it's nearly vocal , but the lush chorus blooms rapturously into something beautiful and continental. Still, the humor probably wouldn't work if the duo didn't treat their oddball themes so seriously, like (where BMX's prove to be better than sex) or, on the twisted exchange that takes place between lead and backing vocals ("Did you get in her pants?," "She's not that kind of a girl, booger!," "Why? Does she have a penis?"). [ also released the CD.] ~ John Bush