Seemingly aware of the countless failed mergers between acoustic and electronic music, Norihide’s response is a much-needed erosion of both sounds into their most elementary shapes. Perhaps he effortlessly combs a sparse, skeletal beat through a few equally faint and finely sketched notes from a piano. Or maybe his most spectral ambience flutters through soft and paced folk guitars. Constantly fading away, but always with an air of absolute certainty, the eight untitled works appearing on Modern blur the line between analog and digital so well that the two become, without doubt, one.