EPSILON IN MALAYSIAN PALE

Not particularly different from the material Tangerine Dream was cooking up the same time - ghostly, mysterious, with swathes of Mellotron draped over everything - the fact that this is a solo performance means that the album loses the thick textures of Phaedra. The occasional influence of Australian and South-East Asian music that creeps in here and there spices things up a little but ultimately isn't as prominent as is sometimes suggested; what we have here is more or less all Froese, all the time. Worth it if you are a diehard fan of Tangerine Dream's mid-1970s work, but otherwise I'd say stick to the band work, where Froese more consistently brings his "A" game.