o.g. techno that trades in minimal beats and melodies that repeat and repeat and repeat, stretching way on out to trancy extremes, evolving organically, sounding governed by cosmic forces rather than the endorphic demands of throbbing humans. And that's the key here: Juan Atkins is so familiar with these tools, and uses them in such a primal way, that the music manages to sound outside the hand of man. Which, you know, if you're trying to make music about and of deep space, is probably a good start. There is a sense of movement here, but on a hyper-glacial scale beyond ready observation.
Which is to say, it works as abstract achievement, as artistic move, journeying at its own pace, outlining techniques and angles by unseen design. The problem is it seems to have only a passing interest in actually being listened to, in deigning to meet the needs of we throbbing humans, some of whom want to be soothed or moved or made to feel the ways we like to feel. It's lonely here on earth, and out in space its worse. Don't make it worse, Atkins! 3/5
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