Ho-hum. New album by Wobble. Ambient. World music. Dub. Yawn? Well, no. Except that like most of Britrock’s lost souls whose genius is now a perennial cottage industry (of Bill Nelson), Wobble never fails to stimulate or excite even when you think, as here, he might just be going through the motions. Listening to Wobble is like hearing fragments of the national anthems of ideal music-based states filtering and warping back through space to us. The lyrically grumbling simmer of “Just Me And Phil” defies you to know what instrument Wobble is playing, or what plane he’s on. A post-punk Olias Of Sunhillow, anyone?