Carl Stone continues his late career prolific renaissance with a new album of sculpted, tuneful MAX/MSP fantasias.

Stone "plays" his source material the way Terry Riley's In C "plays" an ensemble - with a loose, freewheeling charm connected to the ancient human impulse to make sound, melody, and rhythm from anything.

Stone's unique technique simultaneously focuses and sprays sound like a symphony of uncapped fire hydrants.

Is this techno, avant-garde, sound art? It's simply (or rather fantastically messily) Carl Stone.