Aside from a couple of downtempo tracks too claustrophobic to be called breathers, the meat of the album is beefy techno made for dark, sweaty basements. The beat on "Explode" sounds as though it's underground, pounding the pavement from beneath. "Momentum" is tighter than a clenched fist. And few records have ever sounded as singleminded as "The Chant," where a voice repeatedly intones "bang the drum" over tribal percussion and a sledgehammer stomp. These tracks will do serious damage on a dance floor, which seems to be the extent of Parasole's vision for them.
In the process of making Infrared Vision, Parasole said he listened to jazz and hip-hop for inspiration, though something like the title track could have been made by someone who's listened to nothing but Steve Stoll and Joey Beltram records for 20 years. (Only the piano and Rhodes-led loop on "Murky Waters" carries a discernible jazz influence.) A track like "Momentum" could've come from Vincent's self-titled 2015 album, though the relatively rigid sound on Infrared Vision makes it a different beast to Vincent's more experimental and ultimately more rewarding LP. Infrared Vision is an often powerful exercise in purist, eyes-down techno. Its gaze rarely wanders.