The latest offering from Berlin-based “poem producer” Antye Greie (a.k.a. AGF) cuts out the half-sung lyrics that usually accompany her songs, letting her expert production speak for itself. Choppy samples, spare percussion, and slow, bare beats come together like minimal techno and downtempo on an experimental bender, forming rhythms from blocks of random noise, vocal snippets, and carefully mistimed sounds. Fittingly, the images in the beautiful accompanying booklet focus on fragments of text painted on paper, asphalt, and Greie’s skin and hair. Failed communication is the theme, and the only meaningful word spoken on the album is “oops.” But rather than rehash error-happy glitch hop, Words delivers fresh music that is, dare we say, very poetic.