If, like me, you bought this mini-album hoping that it would be more of the pastoral and hazily nostalgic IDM of Fake's Border Community label debut, 'Drowning in a Sea of Love', you may be in for somewhat of a surprise.
This release is beat-driven and crisp in it's production, where 'Drowning...' was melodic, lazy paced and muddied. 'The Turtle' would be destined for the dance floor if it didn't sound like it was short-circuiting and ready to explode at any moment. Which is a good thing.
'Castle Rising' is nine minutes of acid soaked joy and never outstays its welcome despite its considerable running time.
'The Curlew' is the anomaly of this record that stands out like a sore thumb. Conjuring the warbling beauty of prime Boards of Canada, this short piece doesn't seem to sit right with the rest of the album. I love it, in fact it's my favourite of the six tracks here, yet it somehow feels like a token gesture. A kind of apologetic nod to those who may be disappointed with Fake's sudden change in musical direction; a sweetener to the acidic flavour of the album as a whole. I don't know, but I would have been more impressed if he had found a more adept balance between 'Old' Fake and 'New' Fake that resonated throughout the discs duration, as opposed to a meager 1 minute 17 seconds of lovely, yet out of context music slapped bang in the middle of the track list. Either that or gone with his convictions and made a balls out, no compromise decision to sever all notable ties with Hard Islands gentler predecessor completely.