Ten years after the Kent State massacre set their moral compasses spinning, Akron’s art-punk greats concocted the ideal protest music for the encroaching Reagan era. Be catchy, be funny, be weird, but most of all, be allusive. Synth-rock that sounds like Kraftwerk and the Ramones having a food fight in Cray supercomputer headquarters, love and consumerism and conformity all tangled up in the same mental panic-space.