It’s Michael Gove in a top hat! No wait - it’s Brunnen! Phew. Forgot me specs. In all seriousness though: what a welcome return for this most enigmatic and rewarding of bedroom artists, especially after he effectively announced his retirement a couple of years ago. The work of the Dutchman born Freek Kinkelaar is not something you knowingly seek out but something you magically, unexpectedly alight upon - the terminus of an oneiric trainline that begins in Another Green World and calls at early Felt, Flaming Tunes Central and Legendary Pink Dots Parkway. His reputation rests on the small-run of tapes, CD-Rs and LPs he put out in the ‘90s, and in the best possible sense, he KNOWS it - his more recent releases have tended to revisit earlier entries in his catalogue. Sometimes My Arms Bend Back, released in a 2015 micro-edition by Vrystaete and billed as his last LP, drew heavily on songs from ’97’s Goodbye Brunnen; The Garden of Perpetual Dreams is a re-recording of his very first album, originally conceived in ’89 and released on cassette two years later. Ever the delicate touch, he hasn’t thrown out the moon-baby with the bathwater, and stays true to the quiet, alien, nocturnal, ineffably PRIVATE quality of the original music - concise, dub-burnished, haiku-like pieces that offer a priceless combination of fragile, minimal, psychedelic pop and post-industrial agoraphobia/unease. If you’re new to Brunnen, fucking hell, book a day off work; if you know his stuff already, then you won’t need any further encouragement from us clowns. Edition of 200. “Last night I turned into a cat...just like that."