It's easy to wax effusive about the merits of Benoit Pioulard's 'Hymnal'; written and recorded throughout a year spent in south eastern England and on the European continent, it's easy to draw a line in its sound between the European Baroque and English Folk, whilst it also takes in the modern American drones being produced by Pioulard's label mate Tim Hecker and the spacious beauty of Grouper. Tracing a rare arc between the past and present, which results in something timelessly beautiful.

Though raised a Catholic, he was never especially pious, 'Hymnal' instead draws upon the ornate splendour and luxury of Catholic worship, rather than its dogma, and how it is used to create a sense of peace and solace in it's claims to the eternal, something reflected across 'Hymnals' quietly affecting tracks.

Symptomatic of 'digital native' bedroom producers, Ana Caprix has an understanding of appropriation that has come to be a marker for a certain age in music.  What stands out about the work is its honesty. These layered tracks, swinging between saccharine pop and slow trance not only make you want to touch someone, but are indicative of new subjectivities - slowly seeping into hegemonic 2.0 platforms - and formed into hyperaware personal brands.  Ana Caprix's ambiguous profile doesn't detract from, but rather compliments, the emotion driven production process, it is consistent and prolific (both on SoundCloud and at live shows amongst peers such as S T A R G A T E, PALMISTRY & felicita, where you could argue it's not so much the styles that have put them together but their online networks - producing a new type of locality amongst music scenes), and lends to the apparent insensitive methods of re-appropriation.

Each new video by Factory Floor that surfaces hints that nostalgic sweet spot constantly harped on about by ageing music journalists in that feels like a real 'event'. Partly because of their fearsome live reputation for mind-melting acid rave workouts, each physical release that slips out onto vinyl carries the weight of the moment in time of where the band sit now. 'Fall Back' is a slice of beatific gurgling techno plucked straight from a dark storage vault under a club in Berlin in 1984.

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