According to his own biography, "earthborn children told stories and called him Beastman, scurrying into the night in fear of him. As the years past, he cultivated the Solo System and emerged from the wild, determined to Experience the Mysterious. Guided by the great master Sophos, he mastered the art of Formtranse". Besides his imaginative description and the somewhat mythological parthenogenesis, Quentin "Hiatus" McFadden's music has really neither beastial nor divine traits. Quentin's dexterity with bass-driven rhythmical contraptions could let you think he comes from UK, the homeland and the meeting point of many talents of the scene; his headquarters are actually in the heart of US, Arizona, an almost unknown scene that Quentin is tryng to display by means of his own label, Free Love Digi, by which he also launches this full-length album after a series of tidbits with the imprint of some underground labels. Even if it could sound like a stretching of the point, its "Americanism" could gathered by the way he chews percussive elements like they were chewing gums that he inflates out of his brain by airy sonorities. Some tracks of his album such as the title track "It's Only" or "Digress" are so breezy that could be rather matched with some old chillign entries from mainly German sound jugglers and his mania for heavy "spacialization" of sound could be linked to another (stereo)typically American mania and source of pride, the conquest of space, so that some tracks like the lovely dedication to so-called Def Poetry in the middle of the album, the bouncy sidereal drumstep on "Unexpected Red" or the synth-propelled whirligigs on "Behaviourism" could sound like the sonic mirroring of space walks on board of a starship, whose shields got constantly hitten by space debris. The fluorescent blood from the scarred sniggering heart on the cover artwork spilled delightfully listenable lymph out.