You never quite know what you're letting yourself in for when you pick up a RIchard Youngs record. Previously he's given us psychedelic drones, acid folk song cycles and in Sapphie, a brilliant straight-up acoustic singer-songwriter record. For this latest venture he's followed in the footsteps of Astral Social Club's Octuplex (a record he himself contributed to), and embraced more dance-friendly electronic music (the album credits simply read Richard Youngs: keyboards). You'd still be fairly hard-pressed to actually bust a move to Like A Neuron, but much in the vein of Black Dice, Growing and other such members of that more rhythmic school of sonic chicanery, this record takes the principles of euphoric house and techno only to coat them in a little bit of psychedelic madness. 'Runway' is particularly rich in whomping, montrously disfigured 4\u002F4 shapes, a theme that slowly disintegrates across the first side, leading into 'Descent', which for all its cosmic disco oscillator sweeps at the beginning, soon plummets into a hellish frenzy of fuzz and soupy day-glo noise. The flipside is no less brilliant, propelling itself with immersive mutant forms across 'Heights' before the great gnarled climax of 'Alpha Blues' really sets the head spinning. Excellent.