Occasionally you come across an album that’s like an art gallery or an anthology of short stories. Each album is a window into a particular unique creative world, but the whole thing is curated so they tell a bigger story all together. So it is with this from Englishman-in-Tokyo Matt Lyne. There are house and techno beats here, there are dub basslines, there’s abstract electronic fizz, there are hip-hop sample manipulation techniques—but all of those are secondary to the construction of super specific, super sculpted little worlds in each track. Some are buzzing and welcoming, some are odd and dreamy, but each feels like a glimpse into a different private world within a bigger community.