Traumatically uplifting, Euphorically depressing, Bleakly hopefull, CALM traverses its way through a contradictory axis of feeling - occasionally blackly comic, yet all delivered with a certain weight... Logging in at just over half-an-hour in length, CALM is exhibited more-or-less continuously, like a short film. All the hallmarks of the Mistabishi studio-sound are present and correct, but this time round, the previous exercises in drag-tempo harmony have been explored to their seemingly logical conclusion. Age-old themes of the soul are displayed through female voices that take centre stage but never overwhelm it. Even with the use of some sort of vocoder on occasion, the effect is more *Anonymous* than *Autotune*. The voices are fragile and wholly unknown, yet fill comfortably a sound-stage that's nothing short of Galactic in its spacial scope. As with so much of the Mistabishi catalogue of music - CALM occupies a creative space all of its own. It's a space that will be instantly familiar to the followers of this catalogue, but one not so Alien as to be indecipherable to anyone with a well-tuned ear for bass-rich, wide-screen music.