It‘s been said that the brain is most alert during a lightning storm. Tetsu Inoue‘s music mimics that environment-his digital snaps and tones move like the ions that thicken the air. Inoue and other post-techno mavericks have long bathed in a digital ether where organ drones flow like a bloodstream and glitches imitate artificial intelligence correcting itself. Yolo breaks no new ground, but Inoue‘s work is far from cliché. The hymnal "Flow" soundtracks life awakening at dawn, while "Curve" chases drizzling microtones with a net. And within the raw data crunching, there‘s a constant, meditative grace.