Debut long player by Mass Density Human. Copy by Dr Rob @banbantonton

Booming bass explosions rock an eerie, icy atmosphere. The opening Considerate Ninja is, make no mistake, dark, gothic, gear. Imagine This Mortal Coil moving to a fidgeting electro rhythm. A slow warmth growing, glowing in the shape of warped synth chords.

Dances (With Anyone) harbours modern classical aspirations. Shining, with an especially strong cinematic string section, it mirrors those moody movie scores once spun by Jose Padilla to accompany sunset at Ibiza's Cafe del Mar.

This Time (And Always) uses sheets of synthesizer feedback to forge fanfares, that, like sonic floodlights, flares, illuminate proceedings, while percussion rattles, rains down. The distortion, cathartic. A thing of decaying beauty.

Gunther (Take It Sleazy) re-purposes a dusty funky beat. Pitched to a crawl, each and every crash, collision creating echoes, ripples, while a piano picks out poignant patterns and wordless whispers whirl around. It's like being caught at the eye of a storm. A beguiling, bewitching, blizzard.

Similarly, solar winds introduce The Start Of Something. Constructed from spinbacks, rewinds, a snatch of the Incredible Bongo Band's Apache, like a sad reprise of some drum & bass classic, it rises as if rave's defiant ghost. Refusing to be conquered, or contained.

Set to a thumping 4 / 4, Spider Monkey brings a taste of techno. Snagging, hooking revellers on the teeth of its buzzsaw riff.

Old school Chicago drums and a flickering filtered break combine in a totally trance-inducing fashion on Gargantuan. Its big bell sound, and marching military snares are very Andrew Weatherall at Sabresonic, circa 1993.

Off The Rails then counters its own powerful pounding with symphonic Sci-Fi orchestration that pays tribute to Transmat, and Detroit's first wave of machine-funk pioneers.

The tribally tinged, heartbeat-like Your Subconscious also races. A shamanistic ritual, it summons spirits, treated voices that scurry, slightly sinister, in its shadows.

Space Flyers sees a return to 'ambient.' A phalanx of throbbing slomo arpeggios. Its melody wrung from sustained ringing tones.

Synthesized ethereal sighs usher in the closing Emulate's delicate details. Their pretty prancing propelled by a sizable sub-bass pulse. With aching epic drones that expand into something close to celestial, it's music that's definitely been designed for listeners to enjoy a 'moment.'