Extraordinary, effortlessly space-time-perforating transmission from Phil Todd’s kitchen, recorded in July and released on CDr in an edition of 50 - very limited copies in stock. I can’t keep up with Todd’s output (can anyone? can he??) nor do I have enough time on this earth to familiarise myself with the entirety of his back catalogue, but I know enough to say that he’s hit a new peak in recent years - pursuing an ever deeper, more musically fluent and elegant and nuanced vision of psychedelia / space blooz, without ever losing sight of the fact that sometimes the only tool suitable for opening the doors of perception is a BATTERING RAM.
On this set he proudly declares there to be "NO GUITAR WHATSOEVER" involved, but rather "electric saz, electric cello, electric sitar, korg stage piano, korg wave drum, yamaha CP electric piano, yamaha CS-01, mtron and synthi V." The opening one-two of ‘Husbandry’ and ‘Wish You’ takes the extraterrestrial jazz/exotica of 2016's pivotal To Make A Fool Ask... even further into orbit, its grooving modal keys and looped hand-drum patterns caught in eerie synth crosswinds. ‘Blue Creusement’ and ‘Reconnaissance Airport' aim for straight-up blast-off, that classic AN heightened kosmische with those fizzing, scalding contrails of noise that root it squarely in the belly of the UK underground. ‘Metropolitan Dog And Bitch Show’ is not only the best title of anything, ever, it's the highlight of a disc which consists entirely of highlights, its glistening arpeggios threading a needle through FAX-style techno, Ash Ra and 80s ECM noir. But way better, and less effete, than that sounds. Absolute mastery. We are not worthy.