"Its the point all earlier Axolotl releases have been aiming for, and achieved fleetingly, stretched out to fill 2 long tracks that satisfy my deep-soak mind like not much else since Wolfgang Voigt disappeared a few years back. But even better, wilder, warmer, more human - like the best ecstatic music, it drags you in and takes you there, but theres the option some days of being able to stand back and admire how its feet are mired in the dirty floor crash pad struggle to pay the rent and get laid and get the portastudio to work properly. Maybe if Wolfgang had wandered not into K_ɬ_ln club scene oblivion, but instead into the German forest his Gas records alluded to, spent a few months eating acorns and hunkering down on a bunch of strange strings, refracting the results through a primitive stack of looping equipment, real boombox tape-saturation mindset, he might have been hitting some similar spots. The Voigt things pertinent, as I know Karls a fan, and Ive been smitten too. Top of my head, Id say M:i:5s _¢??mikrofon_¢?¬ù, Gass _¢??Pop_¢?¬ù and Alls _¢??Alltag_¢?¬ù are his apexes, but a few years ago the guy seemed to be effortlessly redefining music with almost every one of his many many releases. And if you can keep up with the Axolotl release schedule, you may be wondering if Karl isnt capable of working at the same level of easy invention. Different scene, but same balance between mundanity and quest for oblivion, same grace and speed of movement. - Neil Campbell.\r\n"Limited to 525 hand-numbered copies on high quality 180g vinyl with paste-on art, big insert, resealable plastic sleeve."