This is just ‘oh-so-perfect’ to make your desk mate mad or to multiply the apocalyptic doubt sailing amongst your colleagues’ brain connections: “Is this me or is it just crap leaking out into the air?”. A magnificent record which traces a stunning return to Kranky. A truly personal quality which opens up to an intimate circle of magistral atmospheres described as “tectonic color plates” and “cathedral electronic music” . This doesn’t prevent the sound from being light and easily adaptable to less sophisticated pop ears (unless it’s the abovesaid colleagues of course).
