Everything about Transparent Things, from its constant whispery wisecracks to the band’s namesake — Fujiya being a record player brand and Miyagi (yes, you guessed it) the fierce old teacher from “The Karate Kid”” — is just part of the joke three very white, very British boys from Brighton are playing on us.

A derivative of the Krautrock explosion, this compilation of previously released LPs and some new tracks is a high-energy mix of constant guitar, bass, keyboard and heavy, jazz-textured electro-beats. Lead singer David Best introduces the album’s wry humor by chanting the band name over and over like some kind of Tibetan mantra in “Ankle Injuries.”” But just when we think his monotone repetition will never end, out crawls the tale of a young boy reading a porno magazine in the street, stumbling across proof that females have different genitalia than him.

In addition to an R-rolling fetish, Best obsesses about the abstract. He meanders through all sorts of vague ideas: stuff that annoys him (in “Transparent Things””), choppy childhood stories and overlapped maxims. Some of the greatest moments occur in “Collarbone,”” as the trio traipses through broken bones and Best jaunts, “Neck bone connected to the collar bone/ Collar bone connected to the backbone,”” in anatomically descending order. But for a less-than-hardcore fan of kraut techno, after the delightful comedic spottiness and shimmying beats, the record is difficult to digest on a deeper level — it’s easy to tune out everything except for amusing phraseologies like, “We were just pretending to be Japanese.””