TLT's fourth solo album "Jumping Dead Leafs" is a sensual illusion of mysterious powers... 38 minutes of pure exorcism, romantic-dionysian sexyness, fueled by mechanical incantations, mixed with spectral voices of forgotten imaginary tribes, "Divina Commedia" poetry of a physicist ("Incomprehensible Image") and more mystical breaths... challenging music... for body and soul ... A master of irritation who reveals his talent up to album, track titles and other components (who would pour "Milk in Water"?). Repetitive, minimalistic music can make some souls nervous, but it seems to be better to bring primitive music into conversation in the case of "Jumping Dead Leafs" - despite a non-violent anarchism... But these are all just hopeless attempts to assign TLT to a stylistic region or family. Nor does the burden of the legacy of European classical music, which culminated in pop music, seem to affect his wild mind. Although it would not be surprising to feel the sweet traces of a J.S. Bach in German electronic music, TLT makes a clear statement not to descend into the syrupy prison of tradition
