Unsurprisingly, Voorn's third album is once again full of impeccably sumptuous sonics. With its fluttering melody and driving bassline, the recent single and late Ibiza anthem "Ringo" shows his MO in full effect. "The Wild" is the kind of sophisticated peak-time house you'd find in a Will Saul set, and the sleek techno of "Fall" ends with tinkling ivories that sound like a cocktail pianist playing as the lights come up. With tracks like "The Monk," whose petals of Latin guitar are strewn across a bed of ambience, or "Sweets For Piano," with its swelling string section, Voorn seems happy to stray further from the dance floor this time. Even better is "Dust," an Ulrich Schnaussian epic that, though perhaps as predictable as the blockbuster film it seems desperate to soundtrack, still leaves you a bit teary-eyed.
More surprising, though, are the vocal tracks. While much of Nobody Knows sounds soaked in dance floor serotonin, moments like the sombre ballad "A House" seem more inspired by the loneliness of the international DJ lifestyle. That's what Matthew Dear seems to be getting at on "Homeland" when he sings: "I can't remember when / the last time I saw my home and all my friends / but they tell me my life has never been better." His vocal appearance is a highlight on an album that's close to spotless in more ways than one.