It's a little tough to review dance music without actually dancing to it. And without drugs.

I still spin this one occasionally, it's a bit like the Dark Side of the Moon of early ambient techno.

But those early 90s coke fueled rent parties in my Kensington Market communal loft have ingrained this album into a part of my soul.

This is not dance music. Most of it has no beat. My fave memory of this album is driving halfway up Mt Rainier during a meteor shower and cranking it while laying back watching the sky.

I really have never heard of 'em. I'll keep it that way.

My favorite memoriy of this album is having sex.