That's not to say certain aspects of Miracle aren't familiar. Any review would be remiss if it ignored Christ's writing credit on Boards of Canada's debut EP, Twoism. Similar to BoC, wobbly, detuned nebulas of synths are its breath and breadth. Miracle's chords yawn, exhaling transfixing twilight vistas. Swooning swaths of crystalline chimes are buoyed by the reverberating raggedness of sputtering shuffle beats (a cursory nod to Autechre). The gummy beats -- crisp tendrils that are almost prismatic in the way they aurally shimmer -- command such a presence while they scuttle that they're nigh tactile ticks.
Miracle is an utterly enveloping, womblike listen. At times nearly religious in its unfolding subtleties, it shows Christ has indeed risen... to the challenge of composing compelling stuff.