black vinyl version - Romaplasm, Baths’ first LP in four years and third overall, dives head first into reverie. Of all Wiesenfeld’s music, including his muted side project Geotic, it’s the most rife with pure pleasure. Synthesizers toot like gasps from an ancient hand-cranked pneumatic organ on “Extrasolar.” They chirp and burble among intermittent piano motifs on “Abscond,” and they swarm, sparkle, and itch on “Adam Copies.” Wiesenfeld has always had an ear for delightfully complex systems of sound. Instead of draping his voice over a beat and some accompaniment, he prefers to loop it through impossible Rube Goldberg machines, making even the music he composes with no game in mind sound as though it’s intended to soundtrack a hyperkinetic pixel platformer. The bleeps, the clicks, the compressive modulations of voice—they all belong to those worlds accessed with a vintage controller and a Sega emulator.