Expanding on the new-wave fusion of last year's Futureworld album, Washington's Trans Am have succeeded in refining their computer rock crunch, but they've pissed away their potential gains on Red Line by trying too hard to live up to their avant image.
The frequent self-consciously "experimental" digressions into post-rock blather quickly become as tedious as answering-machine skits on a Brit-hop disc. With a little more rigorous editing, the 21-track Red Line could've been cut down to a breathtaking nine-song masterwork. Hey, even Brainticket knew when enough was enough. Trans Am stop by Lee's Palace Friday (September 29).