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James Ferraro, ‘Far Side Virtual’ (Hippos in Tanks)

If Ariel Pink is the father of chillwave’s pop pastiche, then consider James Ferraro its weird uncle. Since the demise of his noise-scrape duo the Skaters, Ferraro’s innumerable solo releases have become their own 24-hour cable news cycle. On Far Side Virtual, he makes a glowing, glossy album out of everyday digital detritus.If you can wade through the excruciating sitar-synths, bank-lobby melodies, home-fitness techno, and infomercial drum breaks, Ferraro’s playfulness blips into view: He peddles The New Yorker for your iPad on “Global Lunch” and informs you that Richard Branson’savatar says hi on “Palm Trees, Wi-Fi and Dream Sushi.”