The microhouse massive has been jonesing for another album to blow them away like Ricardo Villalobos' Alcachofa did in 2003. The Meaning runs a Villalobos-like 77 minutes, but Melchior's productions are more skeletal than his Chilean chum's, and his idea of party tracks is much more low-key than your typical house gathering. The Meaning's booty-nodding bass and head-bumping beats are seemingly swathed in crushed velvet, while Melchior lavishes attention to finicky surface tics like bloopy synth motifs, undulant flutes and truncated soul-diva exhortations. He places everything in the stereo field with the delicacy of a butterfly collector handling his prizes. Yeah, this is 2004's Alcachofa.