The king of the bleeps descends from his Scottish castle to sell us a new piece of plastic music made by old synths, haggard robots, and your ringtone. Judging by the ludicrous, 50s-product-ad press release supplied by the good folks at Warp, you will be buying an actual synthesiser, but instead he'll probably encode the circuit diagrams into the vinyl grooves. Mysterious bastard. Will it be as good as his son's music, or do we have a new analord incoming? Who knows.
We also had some cassettes but now we don't.