This is an ultra-modest petri dish of tiny, tentative experiments of synth and tape warp which is all the better for its refusal to open out into the puffed-up grandiloquence of that perplexingly vast genre of ersatz-vintage electronica that seems to preoccupy the minds and wallets of every sunless male I meet these days. It has no boring narrative or OST pretensions of being from an imaginary but wholly boring movie. It never wades out into developed themes of pomp prog and it refuses to don a supporting truss of tired, tired, tired, tired beats that tired, tired, tired, tired men reach for whenever their ladle fulls of analog synth gloop are sounding too much like ladles full of analog synth gloop - you know, gloop you have heard a million times this year even though you tried your best to turn off the tap. So bravo, Survey Channel for making a collection of virtuous and engaging vignettes that whimper and flicker and flash and bend and fold and stop and rub up against each other in interesting ways and don't amount to much more than a tiny test-tube testament to their creation by an alert musical mind.
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