In his casual announcement blurb for this release, Alistair Crosbie has pretty much already defined this releases place. As a “fork-in-the-road” four-tracker it points to the dark, but also to his present and the left. Not that he’s a static or singular artist by any stretch of the imagination, but the second two tracks have a more familiar ‘drowned’ Crosbie feel. Both are pieces of beautifully sunken hullwork drone, “Untitled IV” being the warmer of the two; perfect trips down to ocean’s rusted floor. The first two tracks are on a different tack, seemingly on a freer path that resolves Crosbie’s drone heart with a sense of buckshot electronics. “Untitled I” has the beginnings of a form, stapled through with a queerly unidentifiable sound that’s maybe vocal/maybe next door. Pensiveness on the verge of an overload runs through “Untitled II”, grid patterns of obsolete systems running on. As it moves forward it very nearly becomes something along the lines of power electronics preamble – extremely unsettling shit indeed. A very remarkable question mark of a release. 9/10 -- Scott McKeating (20 August, 2009)