A real sleeper, and one of the few records in my top 200 that are truly under the radar. Gurgling, abrasive yet bubbly pop of a singular nature. Not afraid of the epic, but like a great electronic band, the songs are do not wear out thier welcome even at 7, or even 11 minutes. The album starts off gloriously with the Sterolab-esque pop blast of "The Lobalong," the sprawling, ringing guitar of "They Shoot Horse Don't They?", and the lengthy, metronmic, Can influenced "Climbing a Hill." The latter part of the album holds up its end, with the would-be single, the fabulous "Gloriana," the short "Lob It," which builds to a buzz-saw crescendo reminiscent of Jesus and Mary Chain, and "A Rose," which sounds somehow traditionally English, and allows the listener to place the band geographically. But Quickspace is limited neither by time or space. The sound, somewhere between krautrock and showgaze, is evasive and this record calls up something long inderstood, primal, but indescribable. I feel like I was born with this sound in my gut, and it makes me deliriously queasy. Along with Seam, one of the most underrated bands of the 90's.