From the quietly atmospheric opening on 'nuncamais' to the percussive chaos of 'vostok', bq have assembled a shifting collage of electronic sounds that condenses five years worth of live performances throughout europe into a timeless stemless totality. masterfully assembled like a buroughs cut-up, the pieces have been skillfully juxtaposed with each other and within the album as an integrated whole. listening to it, we are wheeled between hi-tech and lo-tech, atmospheres and abbrassive rhythms- all mixed together with the adepts sleight of hand. percussion thunders or patters behind screaming synths, polyphonic sequencers, spidery egyptian guitars and harsh barking vocals. a magical spell-a portrait of the shimmering mask of maya in which the present dissolves like smoke under the flexing ecstatic pulses and weaving hedonistic textures of bourbonese qualk. highly recommended.