Brando’s Island re-emerge with their third 7”, another manic two-song 45, falling somewhere between adventurous synth punk and new wave. Brando’s deliver a whirlwind, cacophonous nosedive of turbulent tempos, lambasting an egotistical climate. The A-side Duplicaat veers askew, pitting the trademark jaunty rhythms of an SH-2 and vibraphone. Think Arto Lindsay’s Ambitious Lovers ripped apart by boisterous bass-heavy drumming and a cathartic, Australian tongue. The B-side Natural Order storms home, winding through the arse end of an L.A/San-Fran obsessed frenzy. All juxtapositions considered, all aural space twisted, this is Brando’s Island at their most venomous, bound in the confines of their island home. Driven with pop sensibility, this is aloof punk for a prudent cause.