Blissful, vindictive, and untouched by intellectual chill-out's malicious humor, Jorg Follert's debut as
Wechsel Garland mixed leisured drum loops and double-note violins and sounded neither like something from outer space nor something a socially awkward bedroom musician would normally make. Follert tempted the fast-forward button with cyclical, hypnotic compositions, but he was usually right on top of his songs' most interesting elements, and even when he tried to open up the music to daylight, it couldn't help but feel like a fantastic, self-measured trip down to an underground ambient techno bunker of lonely, nearly invisible melodies. ~ Dean Carlson