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Try playing this without getting into some kind of hyptonised, comatose state. Where suddenly everything just makes sense and ‘thinking outside the box’ becomes one of your favourite phrases. Not in a wank-y art way, mind. No, this is just a man with a fetish for deep, rolling, kaleidoscope effect loops which draw you in, slowly, unwillingly, but by the end, always completely.

A whole show of this might not be the most varied performance you’ve ever seen. It’s not perfect for a house party (although it is technically ‘dance music’) and half the time this would probably send club goers into a numb frenzy than bring them up, but that’s all part of the beauty of it.

Not many people would get away with making an hour long album, yet only being made up of seven tracks, before being called naval gazing nonsense. The Field, in is his warped glory, has managed it again. I don’t know what to call this state of mind, but you definitely need to try it out.