Of Copeland's experiments with more traditional beat-making, it's easily the best, most accessible work and still manages to be more stunningly weird than the majority of everything else out there.
It’s endearing and off-putting in equal measure, the year’s strangest collection of bangers from the only mind twisted enough to produce it.
Essentially a series of samples and beats patched together so it manages to feel like both the best and worst drug experiences of your life all tied together in one woozy package.
While this album shares a lot of qualities with the likes of Mr. Impossible, its straight to the jugular strike at being a groovy good time comes off a little less polished.
He relies too much on accident to achieve interesting textures, flavours and rhythm, and only two tracks – ‘Grapes’ and ‘Cheap Treat’ – stand out as cohesive pieces.