1. Fur, born Bryce Isbell in Texas, extracts minutiae with precision. His compositions, while airily sparse, are saturated with details plucked from broad landscapes, whether they resemble the Texan prairie or the expanses of industrial Germany. Isbell’s composite micro-samples are infinitesimal, soaked in breathless allusion and divorced from their context. The crisp, insistently percussive arrangements oscillate like metal shavings manipulated by an unseen magnet. Fur has untraditionally tapped into a European techno mind-meld, a Berlin thought-stream.