It’s odd how much of the writing around Holy Other’s music tends to emphasis the unsettling. Holy Other (and all of Tri Angle’s output so far, come to think of it) is actually music of comfort and sensibility. Just so his show in the Sonar Hall. Dressed in black, covered in a black veil, he played against a stark projection of rippling fabric. But black here was neither monolithic nor gothic – rather it was dignified, restrained , the colour of safety worn by the sensitive. Underneath the vastness, his music has a restrained quality, an almost priggish shyness that live, on Sonar’s tectonic soundsystems and sun-bright-stobes, boomed wide, revealing a brilliant opening of drastic kindness in the gut-churning sublime.