Killing Joke bassist and producer Youth's new label, Painted Word, directly homages ECM's austere design and preference for “experimental ambient jazz”, he's explained, as with this team-up with a veteran of another often thunderous, recalcitrant band. Nik Turner's membership of Hawkwind expired 36 years ago, but his space-rock passport remains stamped for this excursion in the slipstream of Alice Coltrane and Sun Ra's cosmic trips. The problem is that in experimental, jazz and ambient terms, it's a journey into the past, ending in old motorik cul-de-sacs. The album is at its best when it rattles the ambient shackles, as with Youth's tougher beats and Turner's declamatory sax solo on ‘Don't Stand Still in the Sky’, in which the latter's roughly taped voice also explains his healing technique: “drawing the sunshine into myself, and blowing it out through my flute”. Always allow for humour as well as genuine ritual intent with these mavericks. Elsewhere, I wasn't left floating in space, but in memories of Blade Runner. That film's melancholy future cityscapes and Vangelis score seem to spark the distant fireball explosions of ‘Magnetron’, and the offworld rumbles, siren sax and harrying grandeur of ‘Asteroid Belt’. A Ridley Scott dystopia is a more stimulating thought than the desired, retro-cosmic meditation.