There tends to be a lot of electroacoustic albums around these days inhabiting the realm of sonic creation invented by the likes of François Bayle and Pierre Henry, sometimes so much so (as in the case of this release) that you tend to “train-spot” those mentors well-known techniques. Mr. Dunkelman, however, doesn’t filch all his ideas from elsewhere and he does through in some very bizarre quirks and diversions. You can tell he’s also delved into the “plunderphonics” field, and his use of abrupt splicing and serious “clunks” can be a mite unnerving. A lot of environmental, street sounds and cityscapes also feature. It’s one to absorb with many listens, each yielding a new experience as one grows familiar with it.