S.I.D.S. is made up of Adam Stroupe, Josh Fauver, Erin Carmichael and a cardboard cut out of Sid Vicious playing a pre-programmed Yamaha psr-540. The yellow vinyl 7” includes a cd-r with a hidden track, a dvd of their recent performance at Atlanta’s Drunken Unicorn, and the artwork of Keren Richter (notkeren.com/Blood is the New Black). In the strictest sense of musical lineage, S.I.D.S. owes a debt, in varying degrees, to Devo, Throbbing Gristle, D.N.A. and Kraftwerk. These comparisons serve only minimally, though, as it must be understood that S.I.D.S. music--if not it’s psyche altogether--is informed not by the rundown, industrial design of Mark Mothersbaugh and Gerald Casale’s Akron, Ohio, but by the shiny, hyper-realized modernity of Atlanta, GA. And, yeah, that makes a difference. As much as one can hear the primal reaction to a speedy and emotionally neutral culture, there also is an underlying sense of confusion and desperation as if to say, “No human can keep up with this.”