Label: Natural Selection (US)/Discorporate (EU) Website: www.myspace.com/capillaryaction Capillary Action confront you with a schizophrenic amalgamation of influences, their music breathless and forceful and possessed of little to no respite throughout.  With strains of John Zorn, The Locust and Dillinger Escape Plan merging (or should that be fracturing?) into strings and classical finger style, before lunging awkwardly into Efflux-esque progressive jazz, one feels Capillary Action can only be approached through an index of references.  No adequate nomenclature exists to aptly sum up this kind of stuff, but luckily for you, hapless reader, that’s what this review is for. Placebo or Panacea is perhaps the album’s tamest track, and tellingly suffers for it.  Despite being laid back in the grand scheme of things, it still finds space for jarring melodies, brass sections and avante-garde jazz.  Unfortunately, though Pfeffer’s voice tries admirably to follow the musical oscillations, always at a distance from what you expect, his voice is just not strong enough to compare, and his reliance on imperfect cadences either fall or are sung flat.  This is true more generally, and you would be forgiven (by me) for thinking after a track or two, that the whole array would be more absorbing sans warbling. The album is not without merit.  When things gel in The program kept crashing and Elevator fuck we glimpse a pleasingly manic synthesis of melancholy strings, Soft Machine era jazzy organ and blastbeats.  If you can find time out from listening to Fantomas and you want to be constantly wrong-footed by a group of very talented miscreants, then you will surely dig this. However, musical ‘shocks’ are, ironically, nothing new to us anymore, a generation brought up on (or at least fed the odd supplement of) the extremes of metal, jazz, and an evidently still surging reaction to the complacent mainstream paradigms. Capillary Action may well be venting their frustration at conventional music, but they walk a very fine line between being experimental and simply unpredictable, and song segments frequently veer off into abyssal space.  Self-proclaimed ‘musical director’ and guitarist Jonathon Pfeffer is evidently a capable man, but there must come a time when he decides which direction to actually follow, for so far charting the progress of second studio album So Embarrassing is like finding your way through a blizzard with sandals and a broken compass.