Whoompf. Another knockout record from Latency. Five grippingly widescreen, warmly immersive, dubwise soundscapes — propulsively roiling, droning and ticking, smudging the limits of their own coherence. ‘I’d been thinking a lot about this idea of skewed club tracks that constantly shift in and out of time like they’re on the precipice of dissolving or collapse,’ says the producer, from Melbourne. ‘Straining against whatever holds them together but maintaining that tension. Tarkovsky calls it ‘space frozen in a dynamic equilibrium’. ‘I’d also been listening to a lot of Steve Reich, Monoton and Arthur Russell, particularly how their work can induce this meditative trance-like state through drifting repetition in rhythm and melody.’ Another lovely, inkily silk-screened cover, too — freshly evacuated, awed, anxious — like a still from Force Majeure.