sounds like what happens when craft gets in the way of feeling. It's a beautiful piece of work, elegantly constructed and probably has soundtracked more than one moment of bliss on the dance floor.
Its typical chord progression, rhythmic vocal and steady thump could have come from anyone, though. The same goes for B-side "Jigsaw." Slightly more distinctive, it's still nearly impossible to discern Burnski inside of its contents, which consist of dubby chords, those same rhythmic vocal accents (this time transferred to a male) and rising strings. There's a certain romanticism to crafting music that seamlessly flows from the previous track to the next. But the tunes that people tend to remember are the ones with mistakes. The songs which announce their presence. Coming Home simply fades into memory as soon as its ends. Pleasant and forgettable.