Outta nowhere late-in-the-year contender from Goldblum, the Dutch duo of Marijn Verbiesen and Michiel Klein, each taking a break from their day jobs in Red Brut and Lewsberg respectively. There's certainly something afoot around that constellation of artists (also including Sweat Tongue, Kwartet Niek Hilkmann, Geo++), though Goldblum more than most seem to be putting the rot in Rotterdam. This is the kind of art-damaged quixotica that generally seems to originate from the mainland these days - think Nina Harker, Brannten Schnure the wider universe of Ultra Eczema et al - though there's also some shared ground with both Bons and those early Hype Williams records: eerie, wonky, possibly not entirely wholesome. In fact, consider Of Feathers and Bones the haunted house to Bons coconut shy at their spillage fete, a creepy hall of mirrors and hidden spooks. There's very few straight moments, though when Verbiesen sings - or solemnly intones, should i say - there's a music box earworm quality to Goldblum that's unusually addictive, like a fated lullaby. It's a deeply confounding and obtuse listen, the pair pulling at threads just to watch them unravel. Well, what else should they be doing? A true sonic unspooling.