A mélange of sounds, some found and some electronic. The textures are crisp, to the point of being brittle. There are swirls of white noise that drift in and out of the ether, amidst lazy percussions and a beat so effortless that you glide along in wonder. At times, the music sounds like a cross between a cheap amplifier undergoing meltdown, cosmic hiss and a short-wave radio channeling the ghosts of a thousand long dead pygmy drummers. At one time, Panasonic was a trio, in the past few years they have dropped the “a,” and a member, as well. I cannot decide to what extent this has changed the music. The music on this disc is sometimes tedious and sometimes wonderful, a challenging and rewarding album of electronic music.