An almost incomprehensibly great final salute to Tim Smith who was damaged by a stroke when he started this record in 2007. The incredible effort by the band to complete this is not just your standard posthumous album. It’s a genuine masterpiece. How they will do this in March 2026 (I have tickets) will be an incredible thing to see.. The loyal and fanatical fan-base have of course lost their minds over this since it was released fully on the 19th September.

The Heliocentrics’ albums are all confounding pieces of work. Drawing equally from the funk universe of James Brown, the disorienting asymmetry of Sun Ra, the cinematic scope of Ennio Morricone, the sublime fusion of David Axelrod, Pierre Henry’s turned-on musique concrète, and Can’s beat-heavy Krautrock, they have – regardless of the label on which they’ve released their music – pointed the way towards a brand new kind of psychedelia, one that could only come from a band of accomplished musicians who were also obsessive music fans. Drummer Malcolm Catto and bassist Jake Ferguson are the Heliocentrics’ masterminds and producers, and they are obsessive weirdos in today’s musical climate, searching, progressive humans who are often out-of-time with current trends.