Part of the fun of listening to any record of this ilk is guessing how it was put together. My bet is on a minimum of synths and a maximum of heavily processed guitar textures, channelled through so many reverbs and pedals that you can’t even tell where the attack for each note begins (let alone tell what the notes are). But under and inside all of that, there’s composition—and even rhythm as well, what sounds like a conventional drum kit, albeit buried in the mix in such a way that you only notice it’s there after a couple of listening.

The track titles tip the whole thing that much more towards a project borne out of someone’s life and experiences, instead of the usual extremer-than-extreme or more-melancholy-than-thou posturing: “The Old Jug and Drum”, “Spring Stars”, “The Night And The Artificial Light”. The cryptically-titled “The ACC” veers the closest towards conventional song territory; it wouldn’t sound wholly out of place as a B-side from a more conventional shoe gazer outfit. This record’s not for staring at the floor, though; it’s for peering up into a night sky spattered with northern lights, with the occasional star going nova.