This kind of throaty, dry, and slightly metallic vocal will always remind me of Thom Yorke, but here it's not as falsetto-driven. There are art-rock similarities to Radiohead, but more than that, the process-nerd and the perfectionist together create a stylistic signature that feels both futuristic and homey.
It is slightly robotic and mysterious music, peppered with swells and the sound of brainwaves seemingly made real: the whir and cluck of unknown gadgets, of looming obsolescence. Married the way it is to the classic warmth of live drums and guitar, it gives a delicate, if slightly dystopian vision of the future:
