How do you describe the indescribable, or explain that which doesn't always make sense? Pontiac Streator forsakes the standard debut album format for a sprawling, double-disc journey into soundscapes that feel thick, complex, familiar and weird, subtle echoes of rave legacies or cinematic sequences come and go, gliding on the gentle sense of rhythm that underpins the experience. If all that reads a bit too complex and conceptual, fear not. The act of listening is both rewarding and beautiful. An underwater dive into fizzing, dubby atmospheres with a constant sense of lightness and positivity. Whereas so many productions in this ilk seem to focus on cold, crystalline tones or details seemingly forged from steel, things are resolutely more rounded, inviting and hospitable here. More than a few strokes of genius at play.