Review

At its highpoint it sounds like the end of music: every sound possible compressed and played back at once, simultaneously completely out of control...

Clever but not smart-arsed, fun but completely serious, catchy but lusciously enriching.

A lovingly assembled historical record, the beginning and the end of a bygone era.

A synth fantasia of dreamy soundscapes for the wakeful.

Galore is erratic, but when it hits its stride, you’re in for an absolute treat.

Hearing one of these songs by chance would be perfectly inoffensive, but listening to an entire album of them just feels like a chore.