Since his magnificent Sakura (2000) and Grinning Cat (2001) albums the electronic music world has been in thrall to Japan's Susumu Yokota, a laptop composer whose prolific output of at least one album every year since 1998 is at odds with his compelling creations. When so much of today's dashed-off ambient music comes off as characterless, indistinguishable and meaningless burble, Yokota shows the way. Not that he should thank us for calling this hour-long opus ambient.
Yokota has released techno, breakbeat, even funky commercial house down the years and it's this broad-ranging, never-say-never attitude that the spoddy electronicist summons here for an album that's perfectly impossible to categorise. Eschewing the quasi-classical trance and strict minimalism that's been cited as a major influence by the terrific Oneohtrix Point Never, Emeralds and others in that fine field of modern ambient, Yokota knits together an album that's altogether more fun, demented, freewheeling, colourful, narcotic and oddly human.
It's certainly not background music. As if to dispel any fears that it might be, Kaleidoscope's three opening tracks provide a vivid introduction to this gently-applied but rampant eclecticism. Your Twinkling Eyes, with its overlapping, looping acoustic guitars and prismatic chimes, suggests a sort of Far Eastern Caribou; the unsettling avant-clang and ghostly choral sounds of Her Feminineness awakens a sense that it's not all sunshine and fluffy white clouds here; and 9 Petals is a child-friendly romp built on what sounds like the rhythmic, chugging loop of a fairground ride and features the same alchemy of electronics, sax-parping and chanting that Moondog nailed and which Johnny Truck won over fans of freaky music with on his fabulous Sister Woo track.
The chosen character worming its way through Yokota's latest album - irrational, prone to mood swings and suffering (or benefitting) from synaesthesia - requires all his entrancing sounds, whether they're odd, beguilingly beautiful or nerve-fraying. And this seamless patchwork of sunny psych-pop, leftfield clatter, shadowy two-step, harmony-based euphoria, Steve Reich minimalism and kaleidoscopic melodies is so much more emotionally walloping and relevant than all the perennially downbeat, whoosh-and-sigh whale music that gives ambient a bad name.