Everything about this record is perfect. The way it’s layered from the start, gradually. Sampled to the hilt, each element carefully introduced and assembled in real time. The various vocal snippets, and they really are *snippets*. Perhaps the best part of this tune is the spectral keyboard, which dominates. It’s like a lost Phantasmagoria soundtrack. I remember buying this and playing it out at a party in a bar somewhere in North London. Memories are hazy. John Hassay was there so he’ll remember, as was Paddy McCool. It might have been his party. One from the heyday of minimal, but this embraces so much more. I like Akufen. However, this trumps it because it brings so many disparate elements together which float above the music like a haunted haze. There’s jazz and a strong whiff of post war sleaze and horror in equal measure. Disembodied voices send coded messages through the sonic bars.
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