Another album for nocturnal mental breakdowns: she is a sister of night, he is an alchemist of the impossible beat. Their conception of funk and jazzy interventions on minimal electronic bases is elusive, even when the rhythm is more frenetic, there remains an enveloping aspect of intimacy in the air, perhaps due to the female voice, dub bass, a dense polyrhythmic carpet spread throughout the work, loops and samples from a lunar safari (and it's not Air), their music is a code of sleep, but too many galactic variants, too many buzzings of alien noises to really have a reassuring sleep, also because this electronic music so alluring and seductive is deeply personal and original.
Their desire to have no identity is decipherable, and also their desire for purity is decipherable, to have no contact either with the filthy industry or with the nauseating critics and scribblers that infest the business; for this reason, I too (even though, thank God, I am not a damn fucking critic) politely step aside right now.