Mogwai s exceptional at blending learned rock with heavenly dreams and a yearning for greener grass. The atmospheric rock transcends your mind into a whimsical realm of suspended rain drops and trees with light bulbs as fruit, tangible notes on their own gravitational planes and spoken vocals whispered from six feet under. Occasionally, a guitar snarl nips your toes and a deep bass rustles the hair on your arms. Get a feel for the weather patterns, and the ethereal tunes become entirely accessible but reserve the album for moments of total devotion.

As time went on, Mogwai albums lost a bit of the electronic embellishment that the first few donned. The latter do contain a more refined sound, less celestial and more practical but still adept at creating a mind lark. There is some underlying subliminal carnage – necessary for counter balance and structure, for those nights in a damp basement praying for release from a means to an end. These guys do not intend to sate the ears of party-goers but hope to relish in the ultimate moment of a an impending sigh.