The Bruise You Don’t Remember Getting

Tiny Tortures sits in the middle of Until the Quiet Comes like a bruise you don’t remember getting. Flying Lotus at this point was making music at the exact intersection of sleep and dread—jazz half-remembered, bass that felt like pressure behind the eyes. Kahlil Joseph’s accompanying short film didn’t so much illustrate the album as inhabit the same frequency: slow, oblique, doing things to time that editing shouldn’t be able to do. The track is the kind of thing you can’t explain to someone who hasn’t heard it. Which is probably the point.