Lounge research and electronica on the low where every single track is out to prove itself on a crammed Fila star-search; lasting impressions need making pronto if they’re not to be usurped, without any indication of what’s about to jump the starter’s gun next. Though orderly ambience with a pushy about-turn streak is the selling point, don’t be surprised to hear birds tweeting, industrial strength techno clobber, car horns honking, heart-stopping harps, lawnmowers revving, habitually mind-boggling song titles and tomfoolery making a nuisance of himself by twiddling knobs like a trained ’Dicks’ tester.

3 Out Of 5

Reviewed By: Matt Oliver