Rhythm as trance state, zoned out and lulled by repetition - looping selflessly beyond a point of any real sense of structure. Hypnotism then, transcendence so often mis-attributed but here on Orchestra Of Sphere's debut album proper - an appropriate term. For only within seconds of the first plays of Nonagonic Now, one understands the journey and the destination as reversible and dichotomous, arbitrarily so but a structure made essential nonetheless.

Orchestra Of Spheres make transportative music, referencing old mysticism as much as modern science fiction. If trances are essentially solipsistic states, the subject rapt in a world of their own, then Orchestra of Spheres have operated under a similar level of tunnel vision. This is an assured and confident debut that takes no prisoners and doesn't expect anyone to reference a shared language. Guitars swirl as if caught in the wake of a supernova, Tibetan singing bowls and reverb drenched metallics comprise the haze of the bulk, a dark matter cold and obtrusive but holding the all together with invisible precision. And above this, an indecipherable en masse of chants, spoken in cosmic tongues, divined as if from a space beyond history and context. The band reference the beat work known to Kuduro music, minimalist Bornean Sape, free jazz and gamelan - known satellites perhaps, but Orchestra Of Spheres elevate their influences above and beyond- to a space that is both highly cerebral and tangibly enjoyable.

They must be fantastic live, with or without mescaline. I've been familiar with this album since Kieran Hebden sent a tweet linking to the bandcamp page some months ago. Then, it made for perfectly hazy summer music, intoxicated and blissful. It makes for equally compelling music as background to conversation or as a focus to a considered listening experience. And by turns, the album seemingly begs you to at once leave your body celestially as to embrace it and dance in an unconscious, post-human trip. If the album is to be criticised, it might be that it tires towards it's latter half: the slightly out of place duology of 'Toadstone' and 'Boltzmann Brain' coming across like b-sides recorded with less care than the frenetic and impressive opening 20 minutes of this album - but it's not like these are themselves poor pieces of music. Au contraire, starting the album's second half at 'Hypersphere' works just as well- but serves as well to emphasise just how strong the first side of vinyl is.

If Nonagonic Now is full of contradictions, then it's done so deliberately and therein Orchestra Of Spheres really have found their niche. Fans of Oneida and Nice Nice will find much to appreciate and make mixtapes with here, but it's worth saying that Orchestra Of Spheres seem to have kept all the serious hallucinogens for themselves. The result is a quasi-religious, initially mind-blowing record that is anything but pop and the very opposite of elitist art-house. A contradiction, then- but one that will test your curiosity and consciousness with equal affection.