Tokyo-based musician Hisato Higuchi assembles pedaling shapes of wraithlike guitar; blasted, genderless vocals; and thin films of digital electronics and fuzz. On guitar he plays blues as oratonical as Loren Mazzacane Connors, moving from chords that sing like guts of pianos through slouched single notes, propping up song forms as nod-out beautiful as anything conceived by Kendra Smith and David Roback.