Nutty, pastoral electronica and psychedelic perambulations from Global Goon. At its best, it summons nothing so much as the twee kosmische of Belbury Poly and Advisory Circle, but also the technicolour video game fantasias of Wax Stag, and even the sunnier moments of Richard D. James and Squarepusher in the late 90s. From the courtly harpsichord jig of opener 'Dance Seven', through the pellucid electro minimalism of 'G.O.L.D.', onto the occult TV theme imaginings of 'End Game', this is a defiantly odd and highly accomplished album, perhaps lacking the sinister edge that gives the best hauntological gear longevity and bite, but making up for it in washed-out, utopian techno drift.
