When we last met Richard Green in October last year, he was moving fast. “Holding a Gun” played like a neon-lit short film, all pulsing synths, breakbeat snap, and kinetic tension, proof that Green could turn moral unease into dancefloor momentum without losing his narrative grip. It was urgency rendered in motion. Now, with “Fake Moments,” he returns from that velocity and does something far riskier as he slows everything down. Not as a retreat, but as a revelation. Where

Back in May, Richard Green closed one chapter with “Natural Circle” , a delicate, neoclassical meditation on life’s cycles, performed...