But as soon as you drop the needle on "We Speak to Those"—a lean, plodding slab of nu-deep house somewhere between Mike Huckaby and Lerosa—it becomes abundantly clear that drafting him in was an inspired decision. Those attracted to the label's more uptempo excursions might not agree, but if the links between this and the now-seminal "No Future" don't translate (moribund neo-funk for wasted robots, the both of them), it says more about said listener's lack of sensitivity than any curatorial deficiencies on NonPlus+'s behalf.
Flip it over and things ring even truer. "Hi Res" might be the best thing Mosse has ever done. It's certainly the most fucked up (which means it's really, really fucked up). Imagine being stuck in a K-hole with Instra:mental, Autechre and Stingray for company, on a boat headed straight into Tarkovsky's Zone, with little more than a tattered copy of Kafka's Metamorphosis by way of distraction. For sure, chopped, flanged, giddying insect-step won't tickle everyone's fancy (especially as it skitters along at a befuddling 147 BPM), but for the more warped among us, Mosse + NonPlus+ simply couldn't make better sense.