A rather unassuming attempt at bedroom techno, this album opens with a predictable 15-minute space opus, "Counted," which slowly builds from ambient swooshes to a mid-tempo bleep workout, immensely derivative of Higher Intelligence Agency's mid-'90s output. From there, the tracks become more consumable lengths, each building slightly in tempo from the one before. Yet beyond tempo, the music remains largely the same, relying on Pink Floyd delays (à la The Wall) and trance-flavored clippity-clop beats. This is what most techno haters think of when they think techno. The type of stuff that could easily be synched to bad computer-generated graphics to simulate the "journey beyond," or other such nonsense. Plus, the building tempos gag is unbelievably tired. So while this style of music was a necessary growing stage in electronic music's evolution, to continue producing it in the next millennium is rather sad. Definitely reserved for mid-thirties ex-ravers who don't want to let go gracefully.
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AllMusic Review by Joshua Glazer