Two long stride-and-splurge synth vamp-jobs by Michael Donnelly (of Music Your Mind Will Love You fame). Space pyres massively untidy yet serene. To locate strains inside the machine where it works and mouths promises/obscenities in a non-half-hearted way: objective decisively fulfilled. And the hand that does it is too bark-covered and uncozy, so it never settles for exploring just one subtlety at a time. Artwork by Jani Hirvonen.