One of the main joys I get from this CD is the look of incredulity that visits the face of every friend I show it to. Many have told me that "they saw (me) coming" at the record shop I bought it from.

I say, what's there not to like about a collection of blank tape recordings? There's NOTHING to dislike!

First of all it's a subtle attack on the medium of excess, the CD. How many albums need to be trimmed of their fat because the artist felt compelled to fill every millimetre of silver? Now, we're moving into the age of the Deluxe Edition! Not this one, sir. This is a wonderful tribute to the many minutes of negative space that haven't yet been violated by forgettable b-sides and studio flotsam.

Secondly, the joke is just one layer of this fascinating artefact. It's actually an involving listen, with some subtle twists and tricks. I put it on one morning while lying in bed with a hangover, because nothing else would do and I couldn't stand the angry silence of my room.

Soon I found myself hypnotised by the delicate hiss of the first track...Drifting back into sleeeeeeeep - FUCK! -

I nearly leaped out of bed when track 2 crashed on me like a tsunami. A new tape with a raised pitch and volume: I was not expecting that! That may sound facetious but it isn't. The shock of the change plunged me back into agitation and I resumed my supine pose somewhat uneasily. Having bought the CD with eyes open I now felt I had been tricked.

As a rule I no longer immerse myself in this anti-album after excessive drinking. Only when sober.