The inscrutable James Ferraro returns with one of the strangest of his 70+ releases to date, a Britten meets RnB pastiche dedicated to the underbelly of America's toughest city. It's uneasy listening. On "Fake Pain," he deploys a male diva sample as a drum and bass producer would, but throws things off with his own autotuned improvisations. "Stuck 1," "2" and "3" are interludes presenting the city as quicksand. "Cheekbones" focuses on unhealthy young love while "Nushawn" is inspired by the grimmest of half-remembered news stories. In Ferraro's NYC, somber figures amble under an elevated train platform in a stasis of permanent midnight.