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Bangers. Mashes. Cosmic dreamscapes. Oddball abstractions. Collaborations with everyone from Sleaford Mods to Mediæval Bæbes. Welcome to the new Orbital album, ‘Optical Delusion’, a record sparked by the surreal and chaotic world events going on around us. Phil and Paul Hartnoll turn on their torch glasses and reveal all

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