Burial once compared the sound he loves—a spark of euphoria in a track that’s “moody as fuck,” and the emptiness that follows—to stepping from shelter into the rain. The ambient Subtemple, the Hyperdub artist’s latest EP, seems exposed to the elements. “Subtemple”‘s procession of field recordings—footsteps, clock ticks, respiration, rushing water—though coated in a familiar crackle, feels naked and disordered without rhythm, even though some sounds gesture to it. There are occasional claps and a tentative toy melody. Later, we get dialogue—”all that’s left is the procedure”—and the bleep of a stopwatch. Many details emerge, but few say much. We’re marking time, stumbling in the dark.