Chris Clark’s ninth album of adventurous electronica draws on most of the genres he’s experimented with over his career—often within one song. “Hoova” turns sharply from industrial techno to joyous trance to celestial ambience in just five minutes, while the bass of “Peak Magnetic” groans through birdsong and glimmering euphoria like tectonic plates shifting beneath a dawn rave. It works because Clark constantly arranges the noise into spellbinding patterns that settle just long enough to pull you in before his next idea arrives.