His name is Taylor Jordan. He's a scientist, a climatologist so to speak. He is also a classical trained pianist, something we already suspected, judging from the music. Like a gardener breeding new kinds of plants, Jordan blends classical instrumentation, mostly piano, and electronics into something perfectly for the inspiring world of plants and insects. The music is sounds both familiar and alienating, common and strange.
I like to see it as a mix between Boards Of Canada and Olafur Arnalds, or Biosphere and Nils Frahm. Driving on classical piano, often sounding as if it were played on old wax rolls, and enhanced with some electronics, this music is definitely something unique. Sometimes it takes the form of pop-ballads but just as much it likes to be playful and surprising. It has its own character, something which reminds me more of jazz that ambient, but this is not jazz.
The Greatest Hoax managed to make me imagine that huge glass house in the first paragraph of this review and I've been dwelling in this fantasy for quite some time now. To be honest, I don't want to go back. I want to stay here and listen to these sounds again and again. To hell with the stinking, noise and malevolent world outside. I ain't going nowhere...I'm even going to have a little dance with closer 'Opus No 30'.