For a quarter century, Dirk Dresselhaus has been putting out sparse, intelligent electronic compositions that even at their calmest crackle with some subtle form of nervous energy.
Soulful beats in the style of old-school acid jazz, mostly instrumental.
The year 1991 was when we heard the echoes of Loveless as the recorded work of the many bands it inspired hit the shelves in a shimmering gauzy implacable tsunami of guitar wails, only to be crushed by the mud-encrusted tank treads of grunge.
The name implies something ponderous, onerous, heavy, and while you can find some flashes of that in here, it's more of a showcase for the kind of indie rock that shines brightly with male-female harmonies and sentiments that will twist your guts.