Untitled III pulses out from the onset, riding a serpentine melodic line into a haze of impressionistic house before its final demystified minute. The drama swells in the back half while never losing its resolute calm. Organelle slows the pace with twilight stabs and warm subs in check, claves echoing down the hall. Empire revs the tempo back up, all twinkling synths and gnarled bass, the cerebral, celestial sequence starts off as a night drive and ends well above the road. A fitting close to a stately return to the fold.