The cosmic side of bass music is where Amor Creador takes place, a ten-track trip of druggy, psychedelic glitch-hop. Less concerned with dance floor appeal than creating an ethereal aesthetic, Language Love laces most of the tunes here with otherworldly synths and exotic samples undercut by the obligatory bits of wobble. At best, you get the sitar-laced funk of “Dream Space” and the subterranean intensity of “Crush.” At worst? Well, nothing here is bad, really, but the album loses steam fast, going from banging to boring in a hurry after the aforementioned tracks. Creador’s middle is notably overindulgent, wrought with six-minute tracks that eat lots of space and add little substance. The way that the album tapers off makes a sit-through listen difficult, however it does not negate its stunningly surreal opening.