The coolest Darkwave Indie record in quite some time. A pastiche wonder-work of warped memories sounding like broadcasts from a Russian shortwave beacon. Classical keyboard arangements with all the right broken elements, like Wendy Carlos in a comfy K-Hole. Spatterings of meticulously fucked up UK Garage and Jungle throughout and vocal melodies from the streets of heaven. Needs to be heard to be believed. 10 clever songs.