The only thing harder than originating a brilliant, singular sound of your own must be abandoning it for all the mimics who’ve run with your steez. Stefan Betke tries his hand at it, nevertheless, losing his trademark tech-dub stylings for some newfound hip-hop flava. And though 45/45 has its fine moments, it still feels like he hasn’t quite found the new footing for which he’s clearly searching. Still, Pole on a bad day is better than most on their best.