ACE TRACKS: March 2017

Well, that’s the letter ‘U’ all wrapped up, and a rather uneventful month of reviews to boot. What gives? Has the flame fettered out now that I’m drawing so close to the end of this endless project? Have I finally - finally - run out of things to say regarding electronic music new and old? Could it be possible that there is no more music in my collection past ‘U’, that by some bizarre circumstance albums titled with words starting with ‘water’ and ‘you’ and ‘volume’ and ‘zen’ never made it to my collection of CDs? Holy cow, wouldn’t that be something! A collector/hoarder who absolutely, will-not, outright refuses to have anything to do with specific letters, no matter what their focus is. Like, a Batman comics collector who doesn’t have any issues starting with the letter ‘K’. Or a hockey card collector who excises every instance of players who’s last names start with the letter ‘F’. Now that’s some hardcore OCD, my friends!

But nay, the reason my writing reviews has taken a downturn as of late is due to other distractions, including writing material for another project. And though it still involves music, it’s still an entirely different approach to what I do here, with separate demands on what free time I allot it, and riding that particular wave of inspiration to the detriment of others. Look, this is a thing Writers go through! Our brains are totally fragile, delicate Faberge things that can only handle specific topics at a time. Why do you think many find their most comfortable (or profitable) groove and ride that out until boredom? Thus, a little bit with this blog here, and a little bit with the other project th’ar. Makes sense until the other thing’s finished, right? Eh, what project am I talking about? Uh, I already mentioned it a couple months back, remember? In the meanwhile, here’s the Ace Tracks for this past month of March!



Full track list here.


MISSING ALBUMS:
UOVI - UOVI

Percentage Of Hip-Hop: 0%
Percentage Of Rock: 17%
Most “WTF?” Track: Not a thing.

Is that my shortest ‘Missing Albums’ list ever? Holy cow, I think it just might be (too lazy to double-check over fifty months’ worth of playlists). Dammit, UOVI, I nearly had a perfect playlist here! Maybe I’ll get there… again, if I have already (seriously, guys. Five. Zero.). Despite its short length, the music on this Playlist is nicely diverse, nothing overwhelming something else in any regard.

Now time to tackle the alphabetical backlog that’s built-up, which thankfully isn’t nearly as long and cumbersome as some of my other recent ones. Hey, when you’re planning to move to a new pad in the near future, you want to save money for that instead of buying new music during lean months. Plus, y'know, make sure you don’t have any outstanding orders that might arrive late in the mail.

Oöphoi - Upuaut

Due Acque/Umbra: 1999/2004

And we’re back with another round of second-gen’ Italian ambient composers. Those who carried on Eno and Roach’s seminal work of the ‘80s, but were ignored by hip, young ravers of the’90s in favor of cooler cats like Namlook and Inoue. Not that they could help it, many releasing material on ultra obscure, limited CDr labels like Arya, Aurora, Amplexus, Due Acque, Hic Sunt Leones, and Klausewiese.com. Come to think of it, Fax+ also did the limited run thing with their releases. So why did Namlook’s print get all that hype, and these guys didn’t? It’s the famous collaborations with famous techno people, isn’t it? Good ol’ Pete, he had all the cool connections, whereas Mathias Grassow and Gianfranco Grilli and Tau Ceti didn’t. Remember this lesson, o’ ye’ young ambient musicians: even in this scene, who you know matters.

Fortunately for Oöphoi, he was a rather big fish in the small pond that is the Italian ambient scene. Born Gianluigi Gasparetti, he released his first of some eighty albums in 1996, his third LP The Spirals Of Time quickly hailed as an instant classic within the genre, formed a super-group of sorts called Nebula, and set up his own print in Umbra, helping many fresh-faced producers get their starts. Sadly, he passed away in 2013, yet another talent taken away too soon. Say, ambient world, where is the eight-CD box set tribute for Oöphoi?

Upuaut is his sixth album, released but a few years after his debut, and his second one-track LP. I’m not sure how many in total he has, though I know that 2003 Meditation CD came close, with a fifty-eight minute long track, followed by a brief five-minute one after. Hey, may as well use up all the aluminum if you can.

Much of Oöphoi’s releases have your typically vague, sensory ambient themes attached to them: rustling leaves, dreaming shells, hymns for silent skies, or being of a liminal state. Upuaut is something more concrete, in this case almost literally, as it’s a reference to The Upuaut Project. In the early ‘90s, a German archeologist named Rudolf Gantenbrink set about sending miniature mobile robots up through air shafts of the Great Pyramid of Giza, one of the more curious parts of the massive structure as these narrow passages didn’t actually ventilate the pyramid. Some theorize they have astronomical significance, others more mystical, but whatever their purpose, it led to Oöphoi feeling inspired by The Upuaut Project’s modern methods of exploration and discovery.

Thus, Upuaunt recreates this journey. It’s all mostly droning ambient (of course), but the early portions feel more open and free, gradually growing dense and claustrophobic as you delve deeper into this domain of the deceased. More harmonic tones and subtle chanting emerge some forty minutes in, finally easing out in a calm, meditative bliss with light rhythms. A spiritual ending to the journey? Well, I guess that’s more interesting than the limestone blocks they discovered at the actual end of the shafts.

The Tragically Hip - Up To Here

MCA Records: 1989

The world of Canadian rock was primed for a band like The Tragically Hip taking over its airwaves and hockey arenas. When they released their debut album in 1989, there wasn’t much in the way of competition. True, Bryan Adams was an international superstar, but aside from him, who were the Hip’s opposition? The age of Loverboy and Platinum Blonde was well on its way out by the end of the decade, and while Glass Tiger carried that ‘80s vibe a little longer, it definitely wasn’t a sound the alternative and college stations were anxiously pushing. Tom Cochrane & Red Rider had a few huge hits, but in typical Canadian Content fashion, was brutally overplayed (and still is). Rush was still around, though were by that point regarded as Legacy Musicians, not a group generating that New Hotness buzz. And of those up and comers that might compete with the Hip? Blue Rodeo quickly established themselves as band that might stick around, but what of the others? The Northern Pikes? Frozen Ghost? Haywire? The Jitters?? Pfft, like a band with a silly name like 54-40 would amount to anything.

Funny enough, all those groups were nominated for the Most Promising Group award at the Juno Awards (essentially the ‘rookie of the year’ trophy at Canada’s music gala), between 1987-1989. Bear in mind that The Tragically Hip was active since 1983, and released a seven-track self-titled EP in 1987 – the Junos should have been aware of them for all those shows. They did win that award, but in the year 1990, an astoundingly long time after-the-fact. For a band that would go on to be one of the most revered rock groups in Canadian history, one can’t help but chuckle at how overlooked they went in their early years. Maybe Canadians would have paid them more attention if Americans had?

Up To Here is about as strong an opening statement from an up-and-coming Canadian alternative rock band as you’ll likely ever hear. Right, the sample size is super-small, but considering some of the songs on here were live staples throughout the group’s history, they were clearly onto something long-lasting. How can one not be instantly sucked into small-town folksy charm with the opener Blow At High Dough, with the lyrics “They shot a movie once, in my home town; Everybody was in it, from miles around.”? The most famous tune off here, bluesy New Orleans Is Sinking, was often used as a testing point for new material, an extended mid-song jam session premiering future songs or letting lead-singer Gord Downie get his poetic muse on. Everything else ranges from acoustic ditties about escaped convicts (38 Years Old), to hard rockers about vengeful spouses (She Didn’t Know). You know, everyday people issues.

Like the band’s gestating popularity, Up To Here was a slow burner, garnering little chart action until the Hip properly blew up a few years later. It’s only their second album to gain Diamond status, and well deserved the wait.

UOVI - UOVI

Offshoot Records: 2015

I’ve taken on plenty of experimental stuff, from grinding drone works to fussy krautrock noodling to studies in clinical musique concrete wonk. Music produced from inanimate objects that shouldn’t produce any sound at all though? Some of the more extreme dronists out there love amplifying quiet spaces, and absolutely I’ve seen those videos of record players taking on slices of tree rings transposed onto vinyl. Some of my favorite non-music ‘music’ comes from electromagnetic recordings of the planets, ghostly hissing and whispers from the farthest reaches of our solar system, but you don’t have to skim the rings of Saturn to hear such stuff. As so many higher spirituality musicians love proclaiming, the world is sound, everywhere you look, every which way you turn your ears, from the highest mountaintop (if a tad sonically thin), to the crushing depths of our deepest ocean trenches (that bass!).

The man behind UOVI, a chap who simply goes by Peachy, claims he’s dabbled in this sort of ‘music everywhere, anyway’ methodology for as long as he remembers. And though his website, Wandering Eldar, is scant in background bio, at least there’s some handy info dumps on his various projects. The one that’s gotten most attention as of late is the collaboration with Kat B. called The Stone Tapes, a concept that came about by chance, being gifted a cardboard box containing old electromagnetic tapes from his studio neighbor, an elderly gent by the name of George Albert Wilberforce. I have no idea who that is; nor does even The Indomitable Google bring up any details beyond his association with The Stone Tapes. Whatever the intent, these tapes contained recordings of various historical British locales, all used with modified equipment such that there was no other field recording of their particular nature. Inspired to make some use of this gift, Peachy converted them for their own use, resulting in an… odd collection of conceptual music, to say the least.

Well hey, how about that UOVI thing then? What’s that one all about? To quote: “If the machine is fed with sigils of an occult nature, alchemy is performed.” In a nutshell, Peachy is taking inspiration from a Soviet engineer called Evgeny Murzin, who’s ‘gimmick’ was turning symbols into sound by using glass plates, black putty, and a primitive synthesizer. It was a crude technique, but what can you expect from the mid 20th Century?

So UOVI aims to carry on this approach, this debut album a first stab at the process. Seems he was more concerned with conventional music-making though, mostly sticking with ancient ambient and ‘90s downtempo IDM in the foreground while the experimental stuff lurks on the fringes. Some pieces go a little Berlin-School (1974, A Separate Reality) or full-on kraut (Witches, Haunted Circuits), plus one track even treads near the realms of aggrotech (While In Berlin). For the most part though, if you don’t mind a little more vintage ambient techno in your diet, UOVI’s some good stuff.

Scann-Tec - Unyt

Ultimae Records: 2016

My brain is playing tricks on me again, convincing me of things that are true despite clear evidence to the contrary. I get the sense I’ve seen the name Scann-Tec around for some time now, and that part is somewhat accurate, some of the chap’s earliest material appearing on the 2006 Ultimae compilation Fahrenheit Project Part Six. And while I can’t claim he remained a fixture within the Lyon-based label’s activities, his name has cropped up enough times that I’ve come to think of him as at least hovering around the Ultimae bench, though around the eighth or ninth man position. Or maybe a young prospect in the minor leagues that was drafted many years before, but hasn’t had a call-up yet beyond a few exhibitions games (compilations). Dammit, I haven’t watched much sports this winter – these analogies shouldn’t be so prominent in my brain-pan!

If I can’t resist it, then let’s take it all the way: Unyt is Scann-Tec finally getting the opportunity on the starting line-up, his first full-length album on Ultimae. He’s had a technical album out prior, a live recording in the label’s Live Nuit Hypnotique digital series that featured mostly second-tier acts. He also made his actual debut seven years ago, Facial Memories on Celestial Dragon Records, which was well received by the psy-chill camps. In the meanwhile, the man behind this moniker, Vladislav Isaev, has consistently worked with a group called Sundial Aeon, who’ve released seven albums this past decade, mostly on Impact Studio Records. So though he’s only just now properly getting a spotlight on Ultimae, Scann-Tec has definitely spent plenty of time honing his craft.

Thus it shouldn’t be too surprising that Unyt is a solid album all around. For one thing, it has more melody going for it than I’ve heard from an Ultimae release in some time. Oh, so wonderful to hear those twinkling synths in opener Snova I Snova, and that lovely melancholic violin in Quantum Evo, and the subtle piano in Klinostat, and, um, the pads in the ambient closer Turgenev, though the bit of Russian dialog kinda’ drowns it out. Okay, so there isn’t that much melody in this album, but it’s more than you seem to typically get out of Ultimae these days.

For the most part though, Unyt sticks to minimalist downtempo and dub techno, and I cannot deny this is some of the most utterly spacious dub techno I’ve heard in… ever? For sure this style is all about exploring the emptiness between sounds, yet I’ve seldom heard stuff as aurally deep as what Scann-Tec provides here. Laying back, listening to this album on the ol’ Sennheisers, and it feels like I’m wandering huge, open landscapes, each sonic layer urging you to explore deeper, like a pull-in shot with a classic Disney multiplane camera. If this is in fact Ultimae-head Aes Dana taking his mastering techniques to a whole new level, then Hell son, the label’s future is brighter than ever.

Various - Unwind - A Journey Into Global Grooves (2017 Update)

Com.Pact Records: 2005

(Click here to read my original TranceCritic review.)


When I first reviewed this compilation eleven years ago for TranceCritic, I gave it an overwhelming ‘meh’. Four years later, when I provided a quickie update, my thoughts hadn’t changed much. After that additional listen, I figured Unwind would forever after sit lost in a tower of CDs, unremarked, unloved, save a passing fancy to hear that nifty Psionyx track again. Well, that’s not what happened at all. First, I’ve ditched the wavy towers in favor of some bitchin’ wall-mounted shelves, since they’re more space efficient in an increasingly cluttered apartment (must… move… soon…), and makes what I got easier to organize. Right, that’s totally unrelated to anything here, but I gotta’ get my ramblematic on as I always do in these 20xx Updates, so may as well do that now.

No, the strange development involving Unwind is I’ve… kinda’ grown more fond of it in recent years? It’s somehow managed to curate a form of ‘scrappy underdog’ vibe for yours truly, where my fondness for the chill musics keep me coming back to give it another chance every so often. Yet sure as the rising sun, the moment I play that opening track of Spring Thing from Solarians, a sharp shiver spikes across my spine, my shoulders cringing upward in the vicinity of my earlobes, and I want nothing more than to turn the disc off, sending it back into the shadows of my stacks o’ CDs.

Turns out I should have followed the advice from my original review: simply skip that track and never think of it again, giving these other tunes a chance out of that gosh-darned Full Album Context I always demand. Wouldn’t you know it, that’s super easy to do when you’ve got everything ripped to a harddrive and stumble upon an occasional tune through the magic of the Shuffle feature. Wow, how did I miss that U&K’s Sähkövalo or Visual Paradox’ GaYo is so darn trip-hoppy? Or that the tunes from Sunfire and Wilson Stout wouldn’t have sounded out of place on that ultra-Balearic collection Ambient Ibiza from the ‘90s? I still can’t say these are anywhere near the best examples of such genres, but considering they’re appearing on a CD from an Israeli psy-trance print that seldom broke mold from the popular full-on strain, I have to hand it to Unwind for offering such a wide range of diverse chill-out. It’s a bold move when, given the typical Com.Pact Records audience, Shpongle clones would have been the safe bet.

A pair of the more interesting tracks, the dubby Blue from Lish and breaks action from Sesto Sento’s Slow Move offer some interesting tidbits of career info since Unwind came out. Sesto Sento’s gone on to be one of the more successful full-on psy acts, still producing music to this day, while Lish managed a minor, collaborative hit when they paired up with Ace Ventura for The Light. Poor Psionyx though, disappeared shortly after. G’ah, would have loved an album from him.

Burial - Untrue

Hyperdub: 2007

The only dubstep album you’re supposed to have, even if you’re not a fan of dubstep. Especially if you’re not a fan of dubstep, as this was the one that was supposed to convince you the genre wasn’t all bad. And that’s funny, because Burial’s Untrue isn’t even considered a dubstep record anymore. Even at the time of release, it was something of a nebulous demarcation, but because the genre hadn’t branched into splinter sub-genres in any significant way yet, it was hailed as the first Proper Dubstep Album Classic. I think folks stopped calling it that around 2009, when it became clear that dubstep’s growing popularity wasn’t going the way of these moody, atmospheric, intricate productions, but rather whatever obnoxious wub-wub nonsense Benga and Rusko were churning out. Quick, call it something else! Well, it’s still got some ties to UK Garage, but it’s like, futuristic sounding compared to original UK Garage. Hmm, what to call it indeed…

So Untrue is technically no longer a classic dubstep album, but it’s still considered a classic album within the lexicon of electronic music history. The impact it had in the year 2007 still resonates to this day, many up-and-coming ‘urban bass’ producers inspired, imitating, and cloning what Burial did with his sophomore album. The digitally distorted R&B vocals from memories long past, the thick beatcraft echoing off warehouse walls, the atmosphere drenched in rainfall and vinyl crackles, the introspective dusty ambient interludes, the grace in unpolished electronics, all things no one can go without mentioning in any review of Untrue, nor most Burial releases at this point.

Hell, I’m almost certain I’ve typed words similar to that in a previous Burial review, which makes me wonder if, much like Boards Of Canada, Mr. Bevan became trapped by his unique aesthetics’ success. Folks adored the raver nostalgia vibes his tunes generated, eager to hear more, even if from second-run acts filling those aching gaps. Some actually improved upon the template Burial set out here, though given that Untrue is nearly a decade old now (!!), there’s been plenty of time and opportunity to explore themes of post-party isolation in hazy 4am city streets. Besides, it’s not like Burial’s been in any hurry to produce a third LP.

Oh, he’s kept a steady rate of singles over the years, but to make a follow-up to one of the most critically hailed electronic albums in the wake of the new millennium? Hot damn, what pressure that must be! Wait, The Bug also had a huge, critically-hailed ‘dubstep’ album of his own in 2008, and he put out another album, eventually. Why the wait, Mr. Bevan? Surely whatever personal anxiety one must feel after such a release has waned by now, free to evolve as an artist without being crushed by expectation so close to the cultural supernova event that was Untrue (yay, hyperbole!). We’ve already heard some hints of this in recent singles - seems the time is about right to take on the album format again.

Atrium Carceri - The Untold

Cryo Chamber: 2013

Yeah, not even the comparatively small block of albums that the letter ‘U’ occupies within my collection is free of a Cryo Chamber release. For sure absolute runt sections like ‘J’, ‘Q’, ‘V’, and ‘X-Y-Z’ lack them, but give the label time – I’m sure there’s some Old One deity that has one of those letters in its name, waiting in the queue for A Cryo Chamber Collaboration. Or I could simply pick up the first Cryo Chamber CD, Atrium Carceri’s Void, help speed that the process up. The… O.C.D… compels me…!

After spending much of his new print’s early existence providing digital releases of old and new material, it wasn’t long before Simon Heath took his original dark ambient project into new territory. No longer content in exploring cellblocks and seishinbyouins, he pondered what lay beyond the ruined city-scapes, whether there was more mythos to unearth. The Untold essentially re-launched Atrium Carceri with this in mind, to give his long standing followers the untold story of this broken world. And hey, if you’re just joining us because you wandered in as a Sabled Sun fan (*cough*), it’s a handy jumping on point without getting bogged down in a bunch of back story or loose continuity. Who knew dark ambient projects could be so alike to comic books?

Even with a glance at the track list, The Untold’s narrative is clear as day (heh, genre oxymoron). The Expedition, Unlocking The Seal, The Way Down, Catacombs Of The Forgotten… pretty obvious we’re on an archeological expedition here, though given the occult nature of Atrium Carceri’s themes, we might want someone with a little guts in our lead. Who knows what ancient treasures both grand and gross lurk in this forgotten realm?

The music, such as it is, alternates between sample-heavy works painting a cinematic canvas guiding you deep into this journey, and droning dirges reflecting the despondent, suffocating mood as you make your way through. A few moments offer a respite, such as crackling, ancient piano pieces at the tail end of A Flickering Hope and throughout Comfort Of The Night Mother, but the surrounding noises and droning ambience within these tracks make it clear the darkness is forever lurking at the edges of whatever feeble light you’re huddled around. Some garbled, menacing dialog forces its way into The Traitor as mournful pads and crunching, stomping static makes it sound as though someone’s being led to execution. Great Old One features distant, echoing horns as rain pelts away at your surroundings, as though you’re coming into view of a crumbling cathedral where whatever civilization once existed here found solace. And if you thought there was any positive denouement to The Untold, a twelve-minute long deep drone awaits you at the end with Ego Death.

I rather prefer the follow-up to this album, Metropolis, in that there’s a grander sense of journey in the Atrium Carceri mythos there. This one’s still a solid entry in Simon’s world building though.

Solar Fields - Until We Meet The Sky

Ultimae Records: 2011

Though Random Friday is technically the last album Solar Fields released on Ultimae (odds n’ sods Origin # 02 notwithstanding), Until We Meet The Sky feels like the final one we got to hear Mr. Birgersson strut his stuff as only he can. Holy cow, that was over half a decade ago now, and as the label that Aes Dana built continues is steady journey into the realms of minimalist dub and downtempo glitch, I’ve grown ever more inconsolable that we may never hear such lush, unabashedly uplifting sonics as Solar Fields so often provided. C’mon, Magnus, when can we hear some new music? We all jonesing for a Solar Fields fix, yo’.

When this album first came out in 2011, I found it a reasonable, pleasant LP with enough enjoyable Solar Fields attributes, but not as strong overall as some of his previous efforts. The talking point surrounding Until We Meet was it was ol’ Magnus branching out from the psy side of things and into ‘shoegaze’ territory, the sort of chill-out that Ulrich Schnauss had long made his domain. There’d been hints of this style in Solar Fields’ palette, a gradual transition from Ultimae’s preferred psy-chill excursions as the years moved along. Six albums deep and with the label moving on in general, it seems only appropriate to finally indulge in a sound well outside one’s comfort zone.

The biggest difference in Until We Meet The Sky from previous Solar Fields albums is its recurring themes - specifically a simple piano melody that pops up every so often throughout. For one thing, we’ve seldom heard any piano from Magnus, much less as a leitmotif. He even indulges himself further in Sombrero, first playing it out as though in a grand cathedral, then distorting it to the point the track starts sounding rather like a Boards Of Canada offering.

Another noticeable tweaking of the Solar Fields LP form is the arrangement of tunes, giving us a more traditional ‘journey’ than his other works. Almost the entire first half of this album is beatless, exploring soothing meditative ambient, minimalist field recordings, and the like, with only the barest of beats coming and going. I won’t deny this can come off a tad tedious and meandering, especially compared to Solar Fields records that paced its uptempo and downtime moments more spaciously. Yet when he does unleash those vintage, massive, uplifting tunes towards the end for a couple grand finales (Night Traffic City, the titular cut), it all feels like one long build to a well-deserved climax.

Still, Until We Meet The Sky does take a while before getting a move on, which can turn away those who aren’t so patient. And unfortunately, the crescendo isn’t so effective out of context. Solar Fields practically demands you to take this album in as a whole, and for some that may not be enough. Given the dearth of such music on Ultimae of late though, what the hey, I’ll take it.

Flying Lotus - Until The Quiet Comes

Warp Records: 2012

Probably not the best album to get one’s ears wet with Flying Lotus, this. Even in his modest outings, the dude takes a rather challenging approach to his beat work and song craft, finding confounding ways of manipulating conventional funk, hip-hop, soul, and the jazz that fuses them together (say what?). It’s definitely a style that will get you noticed by all the talking-head rags out there, forever eager in discovering and hyping a unique approach to familiar music, and FlyLo fast became a critical darling in the mid-‘00s. By second LP, he was signed to Warp Records, and as the praise steadily increased, so did Mr. Ellison’s desire to challenge himself. Thus we arrive at his fourth album, Until The Quiet Comes, a point when he has nothing left to prove to anyone but his own musical ambition. Oh yeah, we’re getting into Serious Artist territory with this one.

Of course, the notion of Flying Lotus getting a pile of Real Musicians in the studio with him first germinated with his previous album, Cosmogramma. That was more a feeling-out process though, taking the abstract-hop and broken funk that defined his earlier work and seeing if it could work in a traditional band setting (well, as traditional as jazz-fusion gets). Those results must have satisfied FlyLo, as he takes things even further here, trying out more genre-fusion, with more musicians in the studio, and more tracks filling out the album! Okay, only one more track, but still, MOAR!

Names returning for this session include Flying Lotus mainstays bassist Thundercat, harpist Rebekah Raff, stringster Miguel Atwood-Ferguson, vocalist Laura Darlington, and Brit-warbler Thom Yorke. Coming in for the Quiet Comes party are keyboardist Austin Peralta, other-keyboardist Brandon Coleman, drummer Jean Coy, and soul-Goddess Eryakah Badu. Geez, how does one top that in a follow-up - a hot contemporary rapper, or an actual jazz legend on the keyboards? (yep, and FlyLo done did it in You’re Dead!).

And as for the music on Until The Quiet Comes …look, we all know this is the sort of stuff musicians make just to annoy folks who like dancing about architecture [citation needed]. I can tell you that Tiny Tortures has a minimalist, blippy thing going on, or that The Nightcaller stomps out the spaced-out P-funk vibes, or that Phantasm oozes and creeps about in dreamy psychedelic-pop, but how helpful are such descriptors in a record such as this? Tracks come and go at such an erratic, rapid pace; few have much chance of sinking in before you’re trying to peel the musical layers of the next tune. Some pieces thematically meld together so well, you won’t even notice a clutch of tracks have played past, whereas others shift tones so suddenly it’ll give your cochlea whiplash.

I do come back to Until The Quiet Comes every so often, just to hear if I can pick out any additional nuance that slipped by before. Should casual music listening be such like homework, though?