In light of the vintage synth fetish that has dominated
Spectrum's releases for far too long now, a collaboration with the pioneering
Silver Apples seemed inevitable, which is part of the problem with
A Lake of Teardrops; it's far too predictable and easy. The record sounds exactly like you'd expect it to, a journey back to the future of analog technology that's dominated by melodramatic vocals and cosmic drones much too self-consciously far-out for their own good. From the
Songs for Owsley EP onward, each successive
Spectrum release has yielded diminishing returns, and exactly what
Sonic Boom hopes to achieve by following this creative path is anyone's guess. There's only so much interstellar burbling, noodling, and wanking even the most devout fan can take.