The light that could illuminate the depths of Kalden Bess' music has yet to be invented. The Canadian producer (and Barcelona transplant) aims his techno squarely at blacked-out basements in the dead of night. Industrial-grade thump meets cavernous reverb; above deadweight bass throb, scraps of distant voices circle hesitantly as shadows dissolve into deeper shadows. For all its sinister qualities, it's also unmistakably suggestive: rhythmic and rolling, it beckons like the open road. No wonder he favours titles like "Rabbit Hole"—this is music to disappear into.