Review

A Million Microphones finds Supersystem moving past the basic dance-rock template they followed for their debut, decorating their songs with thick squiggles of electronics and bright, blinking percussion. The D.C. group pulls from hundreds of different record bins to shade and shape their compositions: giddy gypsy accordion wheezes in the back of "The Lake" and the angular guitar line that rockets up the center of "Joy" could have been swiped from a volume of Ethiopiques and the staccato break in "Prophets" owes a debt to the shimmering sounds of Sunny Ade. Superbly schizophrenic, A Million Microphones perfectly reflects the mashed-up, cross-bred modern age.