As was the case with many of the 2000’s finest albums, A Strangely Isolated Place didn’t just sound unique or beautiful to me, it unveiled to me new possibilities and ways of hearing music. Without any prior introduction, this man Ulrich Schnauss suddenly seemed capable of chiseling addictive, breakbeat-heavy pop songs out of Boards of Canada's beard-stroking soundscapes, and integrating crushing My Bloody Valentine-esque atmospherics into airy, laptop-based soundtracks to everyday life. A Strangely Isolated Place is perhaps the most listenable album I own, in that all its disparaging elements collide into such a harmonious, head-nodding swoon, you’ll wonder why new age was never merged with shoegaze beforehand. An absolute classic.
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