Sometimes I feel guilty because I listen to this record too much — it is definitely at the same level of replayability of BB/ANG3L, for example, and it completely defines a certain period of my life (vague reminiscences of walking the streets of Berlin, but mostly later in Porto); it came to me in Slovenia, I suppose, by reading a Portuguese newspaper article on it.

This is banger after banger after banger. Right away on the first song, Marcus belts away over his nineties-oozing harmonizing chorus, feeding on nostalgia, hypnagogia, Backstreet Boys, etc. — and it feels like a space of infinite pop music, from the bedroom to the world, towering over the beat-machines and the synths, it's dense and cozy, and how can one not love the going away and away with the endless vocal spiraling at the end of The Fields?

Perfect release.