Criss-crossing arpeggiations evolve and envelope with the opening ‘Vacca Wall’. If Briget Riley adopted synths instead of paint, you’d be halfway in visualising this track before hearing it. A hypnotic 17 minutes.
The record continues in similar fashion, with frozen and expansive arp-driven melodies, underpinned by throbbing drum machine pulses. There is a coherence in the minimal design across the LP that holds the tracks together, however the ability to develop individual sound objects in each track is impressive as an exercise in restraint.
For a debut album, this sounds like it isn’t Craven Faults first rodeo. Yorkshire meets Berlin school.