I’ve never been overly fond of Wednesdays. The hump of the week that seems insurmountable come Monday morning, and a molehill where once stood a mountain from Thursday onwards. I like 4 a.m. of any given Wednesday even less though blearily stumbling in to this one early this morning was just the remedial, effervescent tonic that was needed. Varment are an apparently formidable production duo comprising Glyn Hughes and Michael Bullen who just so happen to hail from Auckland, NZ. So when I first heard the refined, winsome plinks of the title track from their consistently compelling Vinpearl EP it would’ve been 5 p.m. their time. Somewhere betwixt theirs and ours would be the ideal time to air this one, I’d reckon: it’s lucid, yet at the same time loose and nebulous; faintly oneiric, though still palpably terrestrial. Dewy, it’s probably what the point at which the dawn meets the dusk would sound like were it forever immortalised by Fat Segal or something. Exemplary electronica with a firm handle on its more human facets, then.