In the decade-plus since the last proper Aphex Twin album, many have tried their hands at approximating the subliminal impact of Richard D. James’ uncanny twitch-float. Nobody has even come close. On SYRO, James clears out his vaults, showing us what he’s been doing during his time as a homebody father in an isolated village. And while his tracks don’t exactly sound like the future anymore, they still yank us out of the slipstream of time in much the same way. And now we get to hear, once again, how a master turns clanks and whirrs and bloops into emotional private symphonies. –Tom [LISTEN]