Matt MacMaster, Journalist

While form is absent, control is not, and Brian Eno reminds us again just how good he is at weaving these abstract worlds.

This is actually a good starting point for the uninitiated and comes highly recommended.

For My Parents overdoes it. It pushes the drama (and the volume) too far, taking the emotional cues of post rock and blowing them up to almost grotesque proportions.

If this is an exercise in free association it’s a scary thing to behold.

There’s an almost drunken swagger to the Portland group this time, and despite Moms’ overarching theme of loss, they still sound ok with everything, and have produced their most upbeat record to date.

Dream pop needn’t sacrifice enthusiasm and energy in order to retain its identity as a wistful, sensual form of pop, and Nocturne is case in point.

>> is a detailed and stimulating listen and is a great addition to Barrow’s resume. He remains a curious talent and this is excellent proof that he’s worth following beyond his Portishead output.