Every Country's Sun takes two decades of Mogwai's signature- contrasting sounds - towering intensity pastoral introspection synth-rock minimalism DNA-detonating volume - and distills it beautifully into 56 concise minutes of gracious elegance hymnal trance-rock and transcendental euphoria. Produced by psych-rock luminary Dave Fridmann it's a structural soundscape built from stark foundations up; from a gentle twinkling synth-rock spectre to a solid blown-out skyward-thrusting obelisk. There's percussive dream-state electronics ("Coolverine") church organs as chariots of existential fire ("Brain Sweeties") tremulous foreboding bleeping - possibly from a dying android ("aka 47"). Their most transportive album yet it also hosts their most fully realized art-pop sing-along of their storied history "Party In The Dark" a head-spinning disco-dream double-helix echoing New Order and The Flaming Lips featuring Braithwaite's seldom-heard melodic vocals declaring he's "directionless and innocent searching for another piece of mind". This is music as a keep-out chrysalis protective audio armor through exalting organs and portentous dissonant guitar fuzz warping at the edges bending the world inside-out into a reality in which you'd much rather live. The last three songs ascend into explosive exorcism closing with the colossal "Every Country's Sun" its searching intensity whooshing towards infinity in a dazzling cosmic crescendo.