At the moment there seems to be a veritable meteor shower of albums spurting from the Planet Mu loins: each one is different, daring and could never be accused of hopping aboard any bandwagons, more like bent on ripping the wheels off. A good example is Portsmouth-based producer Christopher Reeves, aka the Gasman, who certainly blows some arrestingly fresh sonic fragrances out of his tradesman’s on his ninth album in less than five years. Several tracks dispense with beats to allow his haunting avant-classical soundscapes to mushroom and intertwine on tracks like the string-drenched ‘Helpline’, sweeping ‘Snake’s Wedding’ and ‘Sync which, like several tracks, recalls the dense foraging of the Orb’s under-rated Orbus Terrarum [while the neo-classical resonance of ‘Non’ swims in similar waters to their ‘Oxbow Lakes’]. Occasionally breaks and beats will appear, even a masturbating goat or rock guitar on ‘Sand Paper’ but, like much on this label, this album is usually out there on its own without a safety net and the effect is intoxicating once you tune into the correct frequency.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
