Runddans

Hans-Peter Lindstrøm's music has the poignancy and chilling weirdness of a Ray Bradbury sci-fi novel. While his particular bent of electronic production has earned the title "space disco" it's much more Martian Chronicles than deep space. There's an arid, eerie eternity to this 39-minute set - that's ostensibly broken into 12 parts - a sense of gritty drift that suggests the underworld life of a desert more than a galaxy's clinical chill. Absurdity lurks, but moreso to belie the underlying earnestness than to mock the universe and its habits. It's alien in the way it should be alien; music coming from far enough away that it's not forming its own grammar, but has evolved beyond those kind of organizational systems. Colonize your ears. - Stereogum