It's tempting to say we've all done Sandro Perri wrong. Collectively, as a think tank, purely as music fans – however you want to put it. Granted, he hasn't been his own greatest ally, with a buffet's worth of projects, and often unpredictable hiatuses between them, but at this point something should have stuck. What's more, there's no overselling the value of an artist so restless. From the indie-ready material under his own name to the leftfield electronic greatness of Polmo Polpo, a man so ready and willing to push his own boundaries and delve into completely different projects should be celebrated. Somehow, we've almost all missed the boat.

His latest incarnation, Off World, from which 2 is (gasp!) his second proper entry, is no less ambitious, even startling, than any of his previous works. There are prominent shades of ambient, its most ready comparison being Brian Eno's On Land, but it's never quite ready to simply drift fully into the background. The moniker is no mistake, while it does retain something of the earthiness of the said Eno opus, it does not quite sound earthly. It's hard to imagine the setting in which this music would sound at home, which only makes it all the more gripping.

It is strangely suited to late night sleepless musings, as it is to strolls through unfamiliar surroundings; this is eerily discomforting music that nonetheless manages to embrace its listener. Opener ‘Wet Max’ instantly has that Eno vibe, with perhaps even some shades of Julian Lynch, yet still manages to sound like something its own. ‘Island Fanfare’ briefly gives a feeling something like being lost at sea, only for ‘Scrubdown’ to blast back into space, roaming alien terrain. Not long after, ‘The Mask’ sounds truly hectic, doing away with any sense of ambient in favor of a stressed out, frantic race of sound. Naturally, Perri completely dials it back next with ‘Play Room’, a pleasant romp as carefree as its title suggests.

Throughout its forty-minute run time, 2 remains constantly fresh, darting in a different direction any time it begins to grow comfortable. It may not be a particularly easy listen, but what it lacks in regard for grace, it entirely consumes in energy and a will to discover. In a sense, this is primal music. It's high time we gave its creator his due.