This is a record of quiet and displaced loneliness. It's full of the uncanny sensation that you've somehow ended up in the wrong place, but can't remember where. Which is all very much in keeping with Hood's befuddled take on introspective music - where being a shambles is very much an occupational hazard. 'Days and Seasons' is an elegiac combination of medative guitars and inspired tetchy sampling shot through with rainy-day northern English melancholy. Call it post-rock if you like but Hood, like the quiet army of Godspeed You Black Emperor!, have found in the genre a new means of expression: leaving behind self-consciousness noodling and experimentation for its own sake by adding grace and intensity. Here, quite possibly, is a bit of the future. And it's quiet.