This came out in 2002 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Open the pod bay doors, Hal.
Space-rock shoegazers Guitaro rev up the retro-rockets, set the controls for the heart of the sun and blast off to infinity — and beyond — on their stunning star-crunch epic Futura Black, an album whose pull is as irresistible as a black hole. Floating in a zero-G universe that gently swirls with the languid grace of docking spaceships, lit only by the intergalactic solar flares of their guitars, and exuding more alienation than Major Tom, songs like Find You Out (Part 4) and No. 1 Rock Station orbit the twin stars of Mogwai and Pink Floyd, subtly evolving and mutating as they stretch out like time bending in on itself at the speed of light. In other words, they are stardust. They are golden.