Paranoid wallopers that simultaneously rail against an imposing surveillance state whilst baiting the sweatfests of pumping warehouses raves.

When science fiction turns science fact the effect can be truly momentous. The state demands that no-one wants an unlicensed machine-hum from an outbuilding; no-one wants clever prose mapping the future, no-one wants “music” that is attention-seeking, soul-defining, beneficial, biblical, baroque and beautiful. No-one told Jane Weaver that. “I’ve never felt more as though I was walking through the future than I did with this album in my ears.” 4/5 – Narc Magazine