Despite the stylised shouty CAPITAL LETTERS in the name of Shoreditch-based CELESTIAL TRAX succeed in conjuring up a hugely chilled vibe - though the celestial part of the moniker rings a damn site truer.

If you were to listen to Balam Acab at 3am stumbling about for your nightbus around the streets of EC2A you'd get something roughly like this; an uncanny unnerving vibe of the unheimlich variety, yet with a rich, warm glow. Anyways whatever the imagery one scoops up from the mind, it's worth downloading the EP titled INNER GODS, FALSE ICONS as it's a) very good and b) free. For fans of Holy Other and death; sexy, sexy death.