For techno fans of the bearded variety, The Field is an artist with impeccable credentials. His releases to date have mostly involved conjuring languid machine melodies into existence, and then letting them disintegrate mournfully over thudding techno and rumbling acid-tinged beats.

When he hits his stride, The Field’s long form manipulations are masterful and mesmerising, and the opening title track of his fifth studio album, The Follower, neatly encapsulates his oeuvre, shifting 180 degrees from gloomy to glorious before its nine minutes have run their course. While it would be missing the point entirely to complain about getting ‘lost’ in The Field’s music – that’s sort of the point – there is a fine line between hypnotic and anonymous. Pink Sun, the second track on the album, sails dangerously close to the latter – and there are a couple of other tracks that do too.

Elsewhere the hazy dynamism that made previous releases so essential is in full effect: Monte Verita offers an intoxicating blend of rubber-band acid bass, restless rhythm and melancholy melody. And the gorgeous Raise The Dead chimes and purrs along like only The Field can. But while there are no clangers, or terrible tracks on The Follower, on occasions this record feels like The Field-by-numbers, and as a result it’s by no means his strongest work.