Considering how elusive his records can be, Flying Lotus' live show is surprisingly visceral. The Los Angeles beat artist's new album, Until the Quiet Comes, features more of the twisting basslines, stuttering rhythms, and crackling negative space that marked breakthrough releases like Los Angeles and Cosmogramma. And like those, it's worth the effort you make listening to it. Live, though, Stephen Ellison's mindfuckery lurches into the physical realm, with his distant grooves and torso-rumbling sub-bass working weird, kinetic spells on the occupants of a darkened room. The dreaminess of Ellison's music comes through, sure — but so does its danceability.