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I try to perform as honestly as possible — the soundbite borrowed from late dancer Dudley Williams for this record s second track could have been uttered by The Mole himself. It s this candor that has allowed us to bear witness to a very marked and very audible transition from his days as a producer in Montreal to becoming a part of the Berlin scene. And what we have here is one result of that very explicit sonic metamorphosis. De La Planet is our dyslexic subject s third studio album, one that stays true to his ethos of weird above all in the best possible sense. And yet it feels like something distinctly new. Tapping his enormous reservoir of vinyl and sampling the odd film have acted as complement to the jaw-dropping arsenal of synthesizers at de la Plante s disposal—a battery of machines he s been quietly improving his skills on during the past few years. Or not so quietly, perhaps. The man himself would probably say -I m coming out of the woodshed-, and go off on a tangent about Sonny Rollins and his saint of a wife. But that s a story for another sheet.