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Glitchcore, clicks ‘n’ cuts, and broken beats usually offer little to a good-ol’ country-music fan like myself, but in the soft hands of Bobby Karate, the tricked-out sounds of busted computers evoke electric flies buzzing around my head as I sleep under the stars. Headphones—duh—are mandatory. —Christopher Porter