Where his early-‘90s dream-pop peers liked to drown psychedelic melodies in waves of reverb and noise, Flying Saucer Attack commander David Pearce preferred to let them dissolve into a vapour-trail mist. On tracks like “My Dreaming Hill” and “Soaring High,” he sounds like a gentle folk singer performing in the middle of a blizzard, his eerily calm delivery seemingly unaffected by the anarchic feedback swirling around him. By 1995's Further, his voice had acquired greater definition, but his songs had turned more amorphous—on “In the Light of Time,” a hypnotic acoustic serenade is left to drift into a black hole of frosty ambient textures.