If Actress’ last album, R.I.P, was the sound of his avant-garde techno dying in real time, then his reportedly final album, Ghettoville, finds the music being sent to the most dismal afterlife. Beginning with lurching locomotive clangs and a drone flying in like a bomber on the horizon, Darren Cunningham infused this 70-minute-plus smudged-gray record of dance music deconstructions with more dread than ever before. Too elephantine to move to, and too agitated to zone out to, Ghettoville keeps you in a constant state of discomfort — and we wouldn’t have it any other way. –Miles [LISTEN]