Memory Tapes made his name – or his various names (he's also recorded as Memory Cassette and Weird Tapes) – as a proponent of the style of music we loved to hate to call "chillwave". This third album, though, is not a warm wash of hypnagogia, but a strangely arid collection of tracks that register not so much as songs, but as experiments following arbitrary, sometimes aimless, courses. After the melodic and propulsive opener, Neighborhood Watch, and its elegant drum patterns, things lose focus; most of the flashes of grace overshadowed by confusing longueurs.