What a wonderfully weird album. Lindstøm's unbeatable space disco pulse provides backbone to Rundgren's meandering, scattorshot ideas, and Nikolaisen's choppery. The starship wheels from ambient to throbbing groovability with ease, doubling back on its themes in ways that feel right even as they catch you off guard like a kink you didn't know you had.
Uneven in places? Sure. But that's outerspace man, you don't get to see the backside of the galaxy without working through some wormholes. Bracing stuff 4.5/5
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