Who knows how much of today‘s art and electronic music that projects fantastic, hep and bleeding-cut visions of the future will be feted as tomorrow‘s kitsch? That thought arose when I sat through the latest joint by leftfield hip-hop cosmonaut unit Shadow Huntaz. The multi-city crew continues to stress rap as if they pulled an all-nighter reading Philip K. Dick and William Gibson paperbacks with heads full of acid. Sure, the IDM-tinged production gets some bonus points, especially the suave acid techno of “Y” and “Deander,” but Valley may soon seem as quaint as the Epcot Center‘s World of Tomorrow ride.