Ignore Jase Rex’s self-belittling name, as the Southern California IDM artist’s fifth album is filled with grooves and atmospherics that easily surpass the efforts of the average bedroom electronic musician. He molds a typewriter’s clacks into a drifting soul groove on “Conjecture Correction,” while the excellent “Low Company” interweaves birdsong into a drizzling space-jazz ballad. Elsewhere, the interlocked synth melodies and darting, UFO-like noises on the ambient “Congee” hark back to the dank, VapoRub-smeared chill-out rooms of raves past. With any luck, this music will play in the hospital waiting rooms and drunk tanks of the future.