?Impasse? sees the one-man Helm project producing sounds that are formed from frostless cold, the 3? disc?s vertical weirs missing in the majority of the overpopulated oceans of bloat-headed drone. Where Helm was once an unforgiving and much harsher proposition, Luke Younger?s (half of Birds of Delay and all of Helm) sound has emerged from the blood-and-noise speckled neon strobe-night like a refugee from the Tron. There might be a new age tint to the recurring loop of notes on ?Fields? (it pains me to even consider the term pan-pipe, but that?s what it?s evocative of), but the just-merged electronic tones in stasis are miles from being cotton-candy ambient. The speedily dragged magnetic tape treble whirr goes through a cloud pregnant with black till it ends in a digital snip and flap of tape. Wide-eyed and full of marvel, the floating smithereens of ?Glazing over an Autumn Pastoral? refuse to set as any sort of musical mass. The sonic equivalents of iridescent metallic and neon colours perpetually free falling through the seven minute warm hail. 8/10 -- Scott McKeating (2 July, 2008)