Black Moth Super Rainbow mastermind Tobacco lives in an electric fog. On his second Anticon solo disc, melted melotrons and tingly synths slither over tufts of vocoder fuzz and a slo-mo shuffle-thump. Not much has changed; it’s just been both fortified and demented, buzzsaw harsh and woozily intergalactic. Beck shows up twice—piecing together a jigsaw rap in the fleeting “Fresh Hex” and singing wispy incantations throughout “Grape Aerosmith”—but he barely registers. He doesn’t need to. Fantastic intergalatic electro psych rock jam.. Recommended.