A unique problem in releasing bedroom-recorded music is that you get shut-ins, people who don't go out, but send demos to all the right labels. Kiyoshi Ono's music has been washing from the seaside shores of his bedroom window to the digital harbors of Miami for several years. Still filed as "the mystery man from Japan," Kiyoshi's tracks have enough quality to garner repeat listens after their enigmatic arrivals become submerged into the day-to-day. With "Chaotech Odd Echo," the mystery man grows Schematic-style, vat-produced organic beats that pulsate with all the artificial life their digital genesis can give them. Gene-spliced with viral purposes that defy the natural funk-derived drum break, Kiyo's percussive slithers are perfect accompaniments to some skittering and childishly nostalgic ambience. A plum picked from the sea, Ono's music doesn't lose any of its sweetness during its international crossing.