Though Giuseppe Cordaro’s debut album as Con_Cetta was apparently produced using “auto-generative processes,” the drones, clicks, and murmurs of Micro seem perfectly poised: The sound design seems careful and considered rather than haphazard or arbitrary. For the most part, the Milan-based sound sculptor finds merit in near-asceticism–this is austere, humorless music and all the better for it–but Micro is nevertheless engaging enough to warrant repeated listens, and when hints of warmth do burst through (as on “Kent”) it’s as if minor miracles are taking place.