Detroit-based DJ/producer Gary Martin wisely eschews the four-to-the-floor panic attack in favor of a subtle, nuanced album of floor-filling techno stompers laced with bold brass and synth blips (take “Casa Cugat” and the resonant, percussive insistence of “Cidade Marvilhosa,” for instance), stripped-down breakbeat (the oh-so-sexy “Mambo Elektro”), and heart-in-throat, groovy minimal house tunes punctuated by pianos and the occasional vocal sample (check out the freaky goodness of “That’s What I’m Talkin Bout”). The album flows marvelously from beginning to end, offering up one odd, tasty electroid confection after another with a rare sense of restraint, a worldly sense of rhythm and a wry sense of humor. Lovely.