As valorous as any release you’ll hear all year, Richard Devine’s third album opens with the sounds of a ghost being squeezed into a machine, an appropriately ghastly introduction to the eerie journey ahead. Long revered for his technical mastery, the Atlanta native flexes his compositional flair here, inserting lovely melodies between his patented postindustrial eruptions. “Rusx Fee” stands out: a scabrous concatenation of breakbeats and laser stabs that will make you swear Richard D. James is in the building. The comparison to Aphex Twin is not made lightly-with Asect: Dsect, Devine accedes to the league of legends.