Ed. of 333 copies. What makes a Menche a Mensch? Well, kids, if you do not already know, the thick textural musings of Mr. Menche are more subtle and moving than those of the average power elctronic bear. Too frequently lumped in with a rather dour lot, Menche, I believe, is often misunderstood as being a darkly obsessed character, and while he does paint in chiaroscuro, his sonic assaults have much more to do with palpability than pulpability. Think of it as being assaulted...with a Pepa. 'Deluge' is actually a surprising departure from previous explorations as the tones are generated by real live instruments (bass guitar, accordian & melodica) as played by a real live Menche. The rumbly counterpoint that so well defines Menche's sensibilities is still there, but is played against, initially, a seering wall of D sharp that is built from what sounds like an extended bowing (ala Stephen Scott's monofiliment attacks on piano interiors, but more as if conducted by Dumitrescu). The latter piece is a beautiful and playful exercise with a bellowed instrument. A solid droning G has a conversation with quietly modulated tones above (angels?) and soft porcine bassy throbs below (fat angels?). Maybe akin to later Nigel Ayers or Soliloquey era Nurse, but the precedings are distinctively Menchian, and the last piece breaks down so sublimely that I found myself listening to just the end part over and over again. I'll do that sometimes when I've had too much coffee.