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FilterFor now, via tracks like 'High Noon' and 'Mother Nature,' they continue to ride high in the saddle on much the same sine waves they engineered in the previous millennium. [Summer 2008, p.100]
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The Dream isn't just produced well but also programmed well, only slowing down after 73 minutes to a gradual halt on the dreamy underwater backbeats of 'Codes' and the beatless closer 'Orbisonia.'
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The Dream is clearly a return to form, and a graceful one at that.
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This timeless band may have taken some nods from M.I.A., Bloc Party, Hot Chip and even Bonde Do Role to keep up with 2008--or not--but they continue to soar high on some genius sonic whimsy, making The Dream a truly commendable offering.
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UncutA partnership with Cologne's minimal techno doyens Kompakt hasn't quite posited the outfit back at the cutting edge, but The Dream steps with a new vitality. [Mar 2008, p.96]
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Q MagazineOrb nostalgists will find much to savour. [Mar 2008, p.108]
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No new ground broken. No glo-stick/daft haircut stabs at credibility. Some old haunts revisited. Shameless? Perhaps. Anyone else doing a similar musical pot pourri to such goofed-out, quality chill? No. as the good Dr described it, this is simply a follow-on from their biggest album UFOrb, which was a timeless classic.
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Dr Alex Paterson and co are open for business again, plying their dubby squiggles, electronic bubblebaths and trippy soundbites to the next generation of cosmic travellers. It’s well worth a dip.
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A little mystery of the sort is desirable, even necessary, but The Dream has a habit of dashing the murky, dreamy Orb world in ways that aren't ideal.
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Thanks in part to an overly generous 73-minute running time, the reteaming rarely feels vital. [July 2008, p.100]
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It's not that I have anything against the group doing something more poppy, it's just that the result sounds far too polished and plain boring compared to their regular work.
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While the dancehall-inflected 'Dirty Disco Dub' suffers from cheesy vocal samples, the second half of the record settles down into better but still well-trod territory reminiscent of better Aphex Twin and Brian Eno.
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Ultimately, this particular dream is less one of flight or past glories, and more one of going to work and finding you've forgotten your trousers.