It's difficult to quantify what a 100 means in this context, but this album is really lovely.

From Penguin Cafe Orchestra’s Simon Bridges “In 1972 I was in the south of France. I had eaten some bad fish and was in consequence rather ill. As I lay in bed I had a strange recurring vision, there, before me, was a concrete building like a hotel or council block. I could see into the rooms, each of which was continually scanned by an electronic eye. In the rooms were people, everyone of ... read more