Ghost

On his second album as The Third Eye Foundation, Ghost, Matt Elliott doubled the heaviness and the sheer heft of his debut album, Semtex. It’s remarkably oppressive, as though you’re listening while a substantial weight’s been placed on your chest, stifling your breathing. There’s still an umbilical to jungle, in some of the rhythms, and also the hallucinatory spatiality of what Elliott is doing here, but that’s made more elliptical through the way he warps and strains his sound sources — everything here sounds like it’s about to buckle, contorted into near-impossible shapes. There’s something in the tangle of disorienting electronics here that recalls the sidereal sound experiments of Coil and Nurse With Wound, but dragged onto the dancefloor of the damned.