Think of a latterday sister sound to traditional Roky Erikson, or Alien Sex Fiend covering 'Firestarter'. That is in the wilder moments, but when it cools down and the generators stop humming, you have a trip hop Bauhaus at plays with some vocal Rozzisms undeniably peaking through the dope-stained curtains. At times it's a pureed Stereo MCs, at others it's aborigines from outer space, all done in a muffled, welcoming dance stance. Sometimes it gets irate, and goes for Squarepusherstyle bleepisms, but these are no copies, just his beautifully hypnotic templates of what is, to a large extent, the common currency worldwide, which makes it all but instantly accessible, if not necessarily that demanding. P. Emerson Williams once said, "I'll not be satisfied completely until I manage to tear time and space into ribbons and unhinge the minds of humans" but then Pop Idol came along and noone gives a f*** anymore. That's what living in Florida does for you. Softens you up. Makes you relaxed. Creates an album that is - gasp wildly - inoffensive!!! And don't forget, that the man is also a talented artist so when you investigate the website there's plenty to impress.