Post industrial supergroup. It’s not a phrase designed to raise hope in the hearts of most normally-aspirated people, yet somehow Jaaw manage to live with such a potentially-constricting soubriquet, in the process making an album that makes you pretty  much forget any other band any of the members have previously been involved with. Which, in the context of such team-ups, must be something of a result, surely?

Therapy? man Andy Cairns will probably be the name most familiar to Sentinel Daily readers from the ranks of Jaaw, but you’ll be sorely disappointed if you come here looking for some heavy duty teethgrinding action; This isn’t industrial music as radio-friendly unit shifter. Rather, this is difficult music for difficult times rendered as accessibly as possible, and, as such, you’d have to declare it a success.

The overall sound – black sheets of metal being put under varying levels of stress – surprisingly coalesces into momentary oases – is that a word? – of clarity, where everything pulls into focus to provide soaring resolution. Cairns calls this Greyscale Psychedelia – you’ll probably find another name yourself, but whatever it is, it’s a strangely compelling set of tunes. Nothing here screams ‘listen to me!’ and yet there you are, hanging on to every note to see what comes next.

As such, this isn’t really an album that lends itself to anything as prosaic as a ‘review’, although at this point I’d like to say that Bring Home The Motherlode Barry is one of the best things I’ve heard in a while… Rather it sits there, resplendently unaware of opinion, spinning in it’s own bubble of inscrutability. Come along if you like, but it’s not going to break anyone’s hearts if you don’t. Me? I’m definitely on board for the time being, if only because I’m keen to find out what Greyscale Psychedelia really is and, perhaps more importantly, what it can do for me in the long run…

Supercluster Is Out Now…