. Ironically the most inviting track is the mid-album onslaught of
Battlestar
, an in-your-face thumper and one of only a few songs with vocals.
The pulsing quick-step skip of
Flaash
could be the soundtrack to
Billy Elliot
, if he was a ballet dancing robot boy; there's the galactic sonic star bursts and deep rumbling bass of
Don't Panic
; and the fractious shuffle of
Quadrant 3
brings the album to a simmering end.
While Pritchard, who plays three dates in New Zealand next week (including Auckland's Ink on July 31), doesn't quite prove the claim of the album's title, this cold, glitchy and palpitating machine-made music wins you over with its utter uniqueness.
Scott Kara