VINNY MILLER has managed to spend the best part of five years signed to 4AD without releasing a note of music, and now that an album has finally arrived, it's so otherworldly, so bountifully strange that most points of reference are just exercises in futility.Its stark emotional impact is as arresting today as TIM ROSE's baying and bellowing on 'Morning Dew' was forty years ago.He is an unusually gifted singer who refuses to be content with stock manoeuvres. 'On The Block' is the sound of a man pushing things as far as he can, constantly shifting away from the easy option. The title track is a stately, dreamlike strum laced by some truly otherworldly singing, Miller's falsetto climbing to seemingly impossible heights and vanishing into the stratosphere. It'sa magical, unsettling conclusion to an album, which somehow manages to remain ungraspable.This album is a tantalising postcard from unmapped territory.