"Recurrent throughout A Footnote Of Sorts is the harsh buzz of noise and lights. The electrical hum of an abandoned classroom. The purr of halogen signs. Voltage leaking out of fractured wiring. I start to picture Tag Cloud as a connoisseur of imperfect circuitry, with a basement stacked with broken Motel lights and dying synthesisers, orchestrating their various rates of decay into choruses of microtonal buzz."