‘When I first found out about irreconciliable artistic differences definitively slamming the Books shut, not for my first time I thumbed through the premeditated chapters of the Kübler-Ross model. Denial: The Way Out felt their strongest record yet. Anger: with myself more than with either Nick or Paul for not having lost myself in their idiosyncratic and somehow erudite, if largely instrumental songsmithery sooner. Bargaining: when I met with Zammuto back in April he seemed resigned to the immovable resolution that all was lost between the two as I disbelievingly probed. Depression: would a début as inexpressibly wondrous as Thought For Food ever be released again? Finally, acceptance: the answer transpired to be a great, big, glorious yes. Zammuto approached perfection.

Opening up the annals a load and the wound a little, our beloved Temporary Residence Limited are to release a boxset quite unlike any other: A Dot In Time, limited to 1,000 pieces and out next week, serves as a beyond comprehensive documentation of their every oeuvre and endeavour both audio and visual. Thus comprising seven 12”s, a 2-hour DVD, a USB flash drive with the full discog fully digitalised and of course a book, it’s an exhaustive if surely entirely rewarding cataloguing of one of the finest bands of modern times.

Featuring on Side K, have a stream of the Simon Jeffes-inspired Classy Penguin below for a nostalgic revisiting of what made the duo’s records so darn hard to put down in the first place: all lulling yet vibrant guitars and maniacally fidgety bass, it ends among the jejune chirrups of Zammuto and de Jong in synchrony. With the benefit of hindsight, it’s a sublime way in which to sign off and it’s perhaps the best form of remembrance for a band who fell out of love both artistically, and more pertinently personally all too soon.’

Slap down the $150 and please put your finger on A Dot In Time here.

‘When first exposed to the entitling of the forthcoming fifth from Athens, Georgia’s Maserati you’d be forgiven for thinking we’d taken up an indecent ad proposal for a similarly forthcoming four-wheeler. Well wipe such preconception from the mind as though a skidmark still smeared across Silverstone tarmac, for Maserati VII is to come screeching into your existence sooner rather than later. Expected October on Brooklyn’s ever excellent Temporary Residence Limited, it’ll be a scorching return to form if The Eliminator is anything of an accurate yardstick: like Explosions In The Sky’s Take Care, Take Care, Take Care effort with said yardstick ignited and subsequently shoved up unspeakable orifice, it’s a right old rollocker that, appositely, grinds through the gears as it accelerates toward exhaustion. Turn it up whilst the four-piece tear it up, we’d reckon were these MacBook speakers not so unfeasibly shitty.’