Back when Whirlwind Heat was still fresh from Jack White's teat, their muse was a squawking harpy communicating to the scene dwellers through David Swanson's yowling mouth and Moog squawk. A bit older now, and with their rep attaché bulging, the trio has issued . But apparently enamored of their own hype aura, they've spelled out "too cool for school" in wracked and twisted pipe cleaners and call the tangled and spiny mess a second album. It's presumptuous and irritating, this recording of 10 one-minute songs. Presumptuous because at least two of those minutes are cocktease throwaways resting crumpled at the feet of Beck and Thurston Moore. Time wasters. Irritating, because a few other of these minutes gleam with something compelling, only to yank the rug right as we get our footing.