From the same anything-goes philosophical school as unclassifiable shapeshifter bands like The Tycho Brahe, and in the noble tradition of weirdnik found-noise perverters like Daniel Figgis, comes this creepy, melody-dripping, fantastical Nightmare After Christmas audio scarytale. Not since Richard D. James has a band been capable of so many pretty ways to fuck with your mind: they’ve got bizarre Here Come the Warm Jets-era Eno-pop goofiness, (Stereo)lab-tested grooves, and entire unmapped jungles full of gurgly/wooshy/singy homemade samples and musical plot-twists, to name just a few.
Add their delightful (and largely language-free) vocalisations on top – wistful dream-harmonies one minute, burbling monster-under-the-bed noises the next – and you’re at the aural midway point between Warp Records, the Beach Boys and the National Geographic Channel. Totally amazing.