Well three days out of five isn't bad. This week's gone by with all the speed of a slow-mo ice age wrecking ball.

Pitched this one to Plan B but think I missed the boat;

Fursaxa – Lepidoptera (ATP)

I moment I realised there was something strange and amazing going on could have been at All Tomorrow’s Parties a couple of years ago. A friend was trying in vain to get my attention as I stood there entranced by a woman in beads and a kaftan, alone on stage shortly after midday, playing an accordion very slowly. Hungover indie-kids stare at their feet and think; we’re not in Kansas anymore.

I could tell you, in case you don’t already know, that Fursaxa is Tara Burke, and that she makes inscrutable, minimalist psychedelic songs by feeding a variety of acoustic instruments and her own remarkable voice through a few old effects boxes, mostly on her own time, but on this occasion recorded professionally with the assistance from Michael Gibbons of psyche-rock heavyweights Bardo Pond.

But that’s boring, and a waste of words. What’s remarkable about Fursaxa is the way that Ms Burke can sit in her living room (or whatever) with a few bits of cheap gear, and record short, song-based compositions that tap, effortlessly and magnificently, into the same hallowed Eternal Now that people like Terry Riley, Tangerine Dream and Birchville Cat Motel have spent their working lives chasing via truckloads of esoteric equipment, concert hall acoustics and portentous four hour drone-rituals.

None of the avant-cacophony of the ‘sub-underground’ is to be found here. Fursaxa’s music is just as primal and weird, but it is also natural, and reserved, and honest. Members of Wolf Eyes and Double Leopards can jerk off onto limited edition CD-Rs until they’re blue in the face, but Tara Burke will still be here long after they’ve got bored and moved on, crafting her careful, egoless epiphanies out of whatever comes to hand, just because... why? Because they’re there already, because it’s her gift to channel them onto little round discs to share with us.

When I were a lad, I used to get stoned and listen to Cat Power, getting lost in the spaces between the notes and wishing I could stay there forever. Nowadays a couple of glasses of gin and some Fursaxa has much the same effect. There aren’t any spaces between the notes, because most of the time there’s only one note, and it’s a perfect note. I think maybe we ARE in Kansas, but we just don’t recognise it because we’ve never been here before.