Rubik’s self-produced second album, "Dada Bandits", does a scary little high-wire dance between the intimate and the elephantine, the melodic and the noisy, the gorgeous and the hideous. They can be as withdrawn and obtuse as the artiest rock band out there and then bust out with a melodic hug potent enough to enclose the globe. Rubik can go from sounding like a well oiled, world-conquering machine to a broken down, cigarette encrusted bar piano.