I’m pretty sure it was Opal Tapes, that font of all things murky, subterranean and analogue, that first put S. Olbricht’s name in front of me, one of a long and impressive line of intriguing artists they’ve sign posted. Still, Lobster Theremin is a better name for a label though, no contest. This album from last year is pleasingly fuzzy, off-kilter techno, a soup of textured sound that comes into focus with closer listening rather than clattering you with rhythm tracks, which it keeps generally submerged. The cover is an out of focus shot of a forest, the tags include ‘swampy’ and, you have to concede, it does sound a bit like something mythical woodland creatures might have created using moss covered alien technology they found in a crashed aircraft. Which is obviously a good thing.