Here's an album that works despite, or because of, Joseph Stannard's uncomplicated arrangement of sound. He shoots heat rays straight into your skull, some tracks sounding like amplified updates of Radiophonic Workshop cues, thereby allowing us to imagine it as a soundtrack to cybermen-induced mayhem, should we wish, and I do. Bodmin Fence, in name at least, evokes the many myths and legends of the moor, whilst sounding like it's where an evil alien race decided to land. Remixed versions by Hacker Farm and Kemper Norton give the album more clout, as does the Old Apparatus take of Lamb Crunch.
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