Fit like Alvin Spetz? Years in the Granite City in the name of academia was clearly time well spent. Under those northern lights you could well have become acquainted with the Doric dialect but it is perhaps your Grampian musical education that is best recalled here. You must have been listening to Bowie’s Berlin trilogy and Eno’s Ambient series for sure and yet between lectures still found time to spin Kraftwerk, Can, Neu!, Pink Floyd and assorted experimental pop records of the day on those old Dual and Garrard decks of yours. They must have then lain dormant in your imagination for some time thereafter as they didn’t particularly reveal themselves on your eponymous debut disc. Instead we have had to wait three years until its follow-up to hear how those sounds have fermented in your brain in the interim.
You have decided to call the album “Candy In Weightlessness” and this sounds just about right for it is sweetness and it is light and it is forty two minutes and thirty seven seconds worth of moon age confectionery for our modern times. Even though you look like you could be a cabaret singer in some working men’s club your music says you are undoubtedly a traveller of time and space. You are a one man band and you tinker about with voices, guitars and keyboards and mash them up into an occasionally glorious electronic, cosmic stew. You surely make music for a discothèque that would be lit large on the lunar landscape should we ever land up there again. Fit like Alvin Spetz? I think you sound as if you might just be OK.
[Rating:3.5]
