Have you ever put your hand in a lucky dip? From time to time you pull out a gem, a piece of kitsch pleasure that surprises and delights. On other occasions however, you find yourself in possession of something bland and worthless. So it is when dipping into the eclectic world of David Sylvian. The problem here is that the percentage of his material that is outstanding still out ways the mediocre and, despite a justified caution that your fingers may get burnt, you just have to give it a go. Darshan (the road to Graceland) had been done, and done well on Fripp and Sylvian’s collaboration, The First Day. So, we ask ourselves, what value does this album have for repeating the dose with two variants of the same theme on top of the ‘original’? The answer is not a lot. It sparks of a desire to have some material ‘out there’ and proves once again that Sylvian deems the reworking of the same as important as he does creating the new. It’s a real shame, because here stands one of popular music’s great entrepreneurs and, as he has proven so many times before, a creative genius.