Listening to Alpha is like watching somebody seduce him- or herself.
Single vibraphone notes shudder for obscene durations of time.
Bass lines swell like erectile tissue, and unhurried beats get the blood gently pumping. It's soft-core porn for texture junkies, shag carpeting for the bachelor pad of the soul. Burt Bacharach, Scott Walker and Lee Hazlewood are names they, their fans and critics mention a lot. Maybe it's because involving yourself too deeply in something so determinedly shallow seems too much like a contradiction in terms, not to mention a waste of energy. If you get turned on, great.