"Perhaps it's an antidote to the long grey Berlin winter's but "Vulture" radiates warmth and sun kissed lands, real and imagined from the off."

"The playing is pleasingly minimal and melodically ambiguous, always stopping just short of tired old tropes or overly familiar progressions"

"the former spending half that time in an ambient trance before communing with the ancestors via an easy Afrocentric groove"

the live recordings again snipped, shaped, twisted and turned into sonic collage suitable scraps ready for the mother of all production efforts

The real stand out tune though is, "Freeform" which enlists the seductive spoken words of Sydney Lowell

A simple, sombre rhythm underpins the sparkling, low key lysergic dirge, it's pulsing melancholy saved from depression by the lighter tones

the introspective repetition is befriended by a haunting synth line that quivers through the succinct composition piercing the heart

at times imagine Oriental mysticism decades from now, break new ground in electronic pointillism and forge new paths in drone science

The recording is a textural feat with notes appearing in glorious isolation, or exquisite refrains repeated to perfection

pastoral tones get comfortable on some classic chill out synth pads and have no intention of going back to the office anytime soon

Clan Caimán sound like a nu-cumbia group who are nearing the end of playing a three day birthday party for a Mexican drug lord who got them high off his own supply