Flying Lotus, when on his game, is a masterful craftsman of electronic eddies of sound. His latest record, Until the Quiet Comes, is a superb example of this keen attention to detail. His songs flow into one another as two plumes of gaseous smoke collide and then combine, a somehow wondrous moment yet shaded by an eternally twilit sky. It’s an ethereally chill record that manages to stir together textural percussion, giddy jazz bass, diluted dub, and ghostly vocal theatrics. There will be something on here for most listeners, hidden in the airy maze.