Quiet Eveing At Home

A Quiet Evening At Home opens with the agri-stentialist home truth of The Hens Lay Everyday, set against uneasy electronic punctuation. The song reminds us of a now quaint vision of the future - you'll wonder what happened to all those robots we were promised. The LCD Soundsystem-esque spoken-word oddity tilts the album title disconcertingly - home may be a place of creatures rather than comforts. A Quiet Evening At Home has everything from off-kilter staccatos, swirling nightmarish layers of flickering beeps and dizzying sweeps of orchestral strings, peculiar lyrics and moments of pure blissful melody and poetry. The album is dissonant and challenging, but also incredible precise, subtle and striking.