This review might as well be called "How to describe a CD which is a brilliant and dense collage of ebbs and flows" -- or alternatively, "I love it. What is it?". Escapade's Due to a Faulty Premonition is like hearing the movement and formation of mutating cumulonimbus clouds. Like Eno, Fripp, Pink Floyd and Joe Meek, Escapade's improvisational experimental space rock is all about atmosphere. Jagged guitars are inserted, tumbling piano keys are struck and various synthesized, bulbous sonic blurbs conspire to convey the sense of dislocation ("When a Squall Line Beckons" and "I See Things") and impotence which the mysteries of inner and outer space create. Was Due to a Faulty Premonition executed to be a sonic reminder of man's increasing lack of control and direction over artificial, technologically dependent environments of his making? I'll save my deconstructions of experimental rock for another day and won't hound the band members demanding a "meaning" for the CD. What's important is that Escapade formulates soundscapes which have the self-interpretative characteristics of the sort of ambient music which is driven solely by gadgetry...but unlike such music, one can hear the human involvement in their spontaneous compositions.