Sometimes experimental music leaves you feeling like you’re either out of touch, or that some people are just too damn smart for their own good. Enter Treasure State.

Clearly unsatisfied with their own individual weirdness, the members of Brooklyn’s So Percussion? and Baltimore’s own Matmos officially agreed to inseminate each other’s already odd sound on this nearly one-hour exploration of what happens when you run tape as Yale Music School kids bang on household items while their BFFs utilize laptops and microphones to sample whatever they can come up with to synthesize new sounds and textures.

The results are at both annoying and brilliant depending what you’re in the mood for.

The intro to “Shard” sounds like Forest Gump playing with wind chimes as Bubba tries to play nursery rhymes with an empty two liter bottle of Coca-Cola. While “Water” is supposed to invoke the sound of H20 plinking off of a rooftop or cast iron bathtub, the steel drums and bath time samples end up playing like someone took the kid from Owl City’s laptop away then sent him to the kiddy pool with a Fisher-Price Caribbean Music kit.

Thankfully, the eight-song set will still be boner-tastic for both experimental music lovers and the person looking for intelligent noise to counterbalance the abundance of the lame indie rock on that litters the Internets these days. Treasure State is chock full of rich electronic texture (“Needles”) and lush organic instrumentation (the fleeting moments of “Treasure”) that are often masterfully blended (“Flame”) to form accessible instrumental music that is simultaneously complex and likable on the first listen.

“Cross” sounds like N.W.A. taking John Coltrane for a ride in their pimped-out Impala while a GN’R-era Slash rides in the trunk and runs his guitar through a new homemade helium effect guitar pedal. The song is perfect for a hipsterrific ride through Watts while riding in the hydraulic splendor of three-wheel-motion.

To make it even better, the best low-frequency jam happens on “Aluminum”. Over the course of seven minutes, So Percusion and Matmos allow the track’s organic percussive elements to add wrinkles to Matmos’ masterful low-end musings. There’s enough kitchen noises and bass on the track to shake your window herb garden off of it’s cozy sun-drenched perch.

So pick up your basil plant, grab some weed (or some really weird friends), and turn this up.