Tech-vet Fred strikes again, whipping up memories of his belters for Missile but exploring a more subtle area of warp-vision. The flickering, Detroit-tinged riffs – one sounding like a robotic cat in mid tug – intertwine gracefully with the gathering atmosphere recalling early Sabres in some ways. Subtly melodic electronic exploration,but also fun. ‘Delirious’ turns hard and jacking with deranged disco flourishes before ‘Prescience’ eases out into deep space. Something special afoot in here.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Kris Needs
