As we sink deper into the nightmare swamp of the postmodern multinational state, we grope in a panic at any rotting log that promises to float us away into meaning and authenticity. G.R.R.L. is saying something meaningful. G.R.R.L. is not nice. G.R.R.L. is Terre Thaemlitz, a New York activist DJ. G.R.R.L. tosses off some very rude techno-minimalism and hotly abstract drum 'n' bass. G.R.R.L.'s mixes are edgy and distorted, but not without a sense of humor: In "Princess," trashy drums pan maniacally back and forth while, somewhere in the background, a muted electric piano plays a pretty little diatonic riff. "Gorilla" recycles a couple of dance riffs for a long time with only minor variations, and somehow the subtext about male-dominated culture gets across even without any sampled vocal bits. Not as intellectual as Think Tank, but stimulating.