“The metadata tells me this is ‘krautrock’, but it’s not; that’s way too simplistic a description. For a start, the rhythms are way too languid and dusty – ‘It Must Be The Only Way’ scans like some Austin, Texas psychedelia that’s been left out to dry in the desert, while ‘Ching’ has an oddly disconcerting air and sense of menace. By the time ‘The Sound Of All Things’ hovers into view – and we’re o”
