Boomkat Product Review:
Lush, long-awaited album from Sven Weisemann in his Desolate guise. There's no getting around it - this project's debt to Burial is enormous; there are several tracks in which Weisemann apes virtually every one of Will Bevan's signature production tics, from those phantasmagoric vocal snippets to atmospheric string pads and woody, serotonin-depleted 2-step rhythm, and he even arranges them similarly - but to his credit, he also adds something to the mix, namely a distinctly European, neo-classical feel, most keenly felt on 'Se7en'. At times, this stuff is like Untrue scored for chamber orchestra, or like Max Richter or Julian Neto if they made steppers' techno: just listen to the melancholic sweep of 'The Exclusion Of Light', or the stately choral progressions of 'Synaesthetic'. It might be difficult to treat it as more than sophisticated pastiche, but one thing's for sure, you can't argue with the beauty and richness of this music, and the obvious passion and sincerity its maker has invested in it.