Enigmatic Pennsylvanian multi-instrumentalist Thom Wasluck has been carving his own musical niche for the last twenty years, yet has always kept a relatively low profile. Much like Richard D James or near-namesake Burial, he’s all about the music.

Forever termed “gloomgaze” by the tastemakers, his oeuvre is a reminder that genres are increasingly reductive in the 2020s. All the sonic top notes are present and correct: hazy, oddly soothing drone on ‘Farm Cat, Watching’ while ‘A Flowing Field Of Green’ has the giddy lushness of Radiohead fused with the epic grandeur of post-rock.

Sometimes, though, it pulls the listener into its torpor and it’s a little discomfiting. The vocals on ‘You Think’ are somewhat jarring, kind of like when Mogwai pull out the vocoder when all you wanted were some heavy instrumentals. But then, you’re flung headfirst into a gorgeous, gothic metal hybrid like ‘Fresh Flowers For All’, which is truly thrilling, searing with synths that buzz like malcontented wasps, and all feels well with the world again.

Wasluck is clearly an ambitious and gifted musician. He grew up listening to The Cure, Marilyn Manson, Type O Negative, Garbage, Nine Inch Nails, My Bloody Valentine etc, and these artists all seep into his sound. But he’s at his finest playing wordless dystopian bruisers. This isn’t epoch shattering, but with some beautiful moments, best experienced when the sun goes down.