Carl Finlow is apparently completely incapable of releasing a shitty album, although he’s shed a bit of his brooding, corrosive Scallyness this time around in favor of kicking the crap out of the dancefloor. Finlow’s tracks, like “Population III” and “Encapsulate,” are too robofunktastic to be denied-full of good, solid mechanical breaks. While the spacey-ness of the album doesn’t drift as far into the subconscious as Dark Matter or Mr. Machine, cuts like “Moment” and “Interflection” carve a psychoactive electro niche that is uniquely Finlow’s.