Bonkers Catalonian minimal synth / post-industrial contortions that sound a bit like a young Richard H. Kirk taking a real dizzy turn when it’s at it’s most tuneful, perhaps more glaringly, it’s EXACTLY what we always wanted those Los Incianados LPs to sound like (sorry Paco!).
Plenty of sullen rattlings on “Dark Fields” too, ones that recall the prime cuts on Dead Man’s Curve but, generally, as an album it’s WAY, WAY more fun than the cover would have you believe. Illogical layers of vocals and shrilling synthesisers bounce of the lacksadasial drum machine grooves, taking every detour available to them. If you too don’t need to hear another sultry synth-pop record for a while - give this one a whurrl!