There are three things you need to know about Meat Beat Manifesto: drum loops, electronic noises and occasionally sampled vocals. This is the blessing and the curse that is Autoimmune. To some listeners, Jack Danger’s newest album may very well appear lopsided. The beginning is incredibly fun and exciting: “I Hold the Mic!” displays ethereal keys, guitar strokes and whistles over a furious break beat while a very gifted Daddy Sandy delivers rhymes well suited for such a backdrop. The energy is kept up by the static, beeping and enormous oscillator/bass line of “Hellfire” (imagine Mecha-Godzilla in need of Pepto Bismol). Yet after numerous tracks which seem to build off of the holy drum loop/electronics/vocals trinity, both energy and interest diminish. Though the lyrics on “Young Cassius” are vaguely interesting, with lines like, “My mic has two meanings- like a hermaphrodite,”. But it just isn’t enough to deliver Autoimmune a second wind. By the time “62 Dub” rolls around, it isn’t fun anymore. Dangers is a veteran of dubby techno with a resume few can match. And while he maintains his own standard on Autoimmune it just doesn’t deliver the kind of punch that he’s capable of.