
It remains an astonishing piece, still one of the very weirdest things I have seen, with a unique pungent flavour. It is mellower and more hypnotic, with a distilled, concentrated, beautiful melancholy. Quite astonishing.

"As though William Blake and Michel Houellebecq had been fused together in the inferno of one of JG Ballard's car crashes" says the Finchley High Times.