A Mancunian named Tom Boogizm made this all on his lonesome and it is one stoned and gorgeous thing. One of its key attributes is a wizard level sense of enoughness—there are not too many sounds happening here at one time, nor is anything jarringly derivative or desperate. At its peaks, this has the same emotional jolt of Stranger Than Paradise or Maxinquaye, that empty streets sense of desolation coincident with bliss. The tools used to make this were minimal but you do hear cello and a variety of very honest vocals. Our man Boogizm knows how to let things sit.

– Sasha Frere-Jones