I hate to compare Ghostpoet to Tricky, because it's obvious from listening to a few seconds of this, his third album, that he dabbles heavily in Tricky's trademark trip-hop soundscapes. But there is also his voice: it kind of gurgles, it's chill but with a slight amount of tension waiting to explode, and of course he is also English. If you've missed Tricky's 90s sound, then you'll find a lot to love here. It's dark with a goth pop undercurrent, folky at times, but it's also quite adventurous, with the overall vibe shifting from song to song. It may take a few listens to sink in, but this is a gorgeous record, perfect for a nocturnal drive through an empty city. Before you know it, Ghostpoet's creepy folk jazz rock earworms will be slowly and unexpectedly implanted in your head in ways you wouldn't expect on first listen. Headphones on. Volume up. Lights low.