Sydney's Oliver Tank makes music to mope to; his debut album is like sobering up to find the sorrows you tried to drown are still alive and twitching.
Aspiring to James Blake levels of glitchy ambience, some of the arrangements are so spare they're barely there and this is typified by lovely opening track Circles, a slow electro exhalation with a fleeting lyric. But as a whole OT is heavier on anguish than inventiveness, with Tank coming across like a glummer Jose Gonzales, picking the scabs of his angst: on Lost he claims he's "just okay", and High With You catalogues the minutiae of a low mood.
