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Wales’ Sendelica deliver another mouthful (and more importantly, an earful) with The Kaleidoscopic Kat And Its Autoscopic Ego. An elastic offering to say the least, Kat really does about offer it all for the tasteful voyager. The light show offers penetrating and gliding space rock, psychedelic loosening, exotic hints, acid blues stepping stones, whiffs of ambient and Krautrock embers in the electronic accents (“It’s The Neu! Kosmiche Disko” is a wonderful example), requisite fireworks when needed … all with progressive coating for supple soundscapes no matter where you lay your finger to get the pulse. And there are plenty of entry points to take your readings and get your bearings. A ‘bigger’ record than their previous opus (The Satori In Elegance Of The Majestic Stonegazer), Kat is strangely tighter, more cohesive, without crimping any of Sendelica’s stretching. Satori has strong dynamics between its substantial grind and the more pliable expanses, some contrasting in sequence to great effect. Kat plays out like those peaks and valleys have been brought closer together, though thankfully not egregiously flattened; it’s as though there’s been some tugging on each of the wave-curve ends to soften the turn, a stretching out of the sonic jump rope. If there is vertical pressure, then there is of course the delicious by-product reaction; the frosting finds release by spreading out, exploring horizontally while being folded into itself. And that’s where Kat finds its trademark this outing, in the sprawl, in breadth rather than pure take-off (which there is plenty of). … Kat can take off, but instead of the insistent forward drive of a lot of space rock utilizes (and thrives on), Sendelica opt for side-trips that obviously aren’t direct between A and B, instead offering a more scenic route. Throughout Kat—and sometimes near point A or B—Sendelica offer up a whiff and glance of some other possibility (check the outro for “Tinsel Tears”), but it vapors out—or in—passing briefly before the next cut begins its flow. That may sound frustrating, having hints and red-herrings, but it works to Kat’s strength by making the scope seem even more encompassing, if not intriguing and a little mysterious in intent. Ingredients like that (and the constant spreading of sounds that acquire more flavors as it goes, and the refolding into itself for hybrids) make Kat a rich chewing experience, even when the gristle gets tougher as it does on the raspy “Clever Meat” or roiling start of “21st Century Autoscopic Ego Man.” Like an interstellar Gobstopper, you can masticate and meditate in everlasting tandem while Sendelica keep a dizzying batch of ingredients in sync with a hand that never wavers or shies away from a twist to the rudder.
by Mr. Atavist