Front-rank, smoked-out, 1999-vintage but utterly future-proof microhouse / dub abstractions from the mind-machine of Jan Jelinek. 1999, fuck me. Coming hot on the heels of his Farben 12”s, and with Loop-finding-jazz-records still two years away, this gauzily atmospheric but properly soundboy-clobbering 2LP bridges those two projects: combining swung, techno momentum with fathomlessly deep basslines and those droning, melancholic textures and suggestive snatches of melody that Jelinek is THE master of: romantic without being winsome, paranoid without ever being DARK, an instantly recognisable signature which has always elevated his work from morass of clicks’n’cuts emanating from Continental laptops at the turn of the millennium. Yeah I’d literally forgotten how good Personal Rock is… especially the second half, as the rhythms become more broken and the arrangements sparser, coming over like some kind of Cold War, surveillance-state 2step, and right now I can’t think of anything, apart from those early SND records, that comes close. Truly some of the most spatially dynamic, hallucinatory post-techno hocus-pocus ever to grace these ears. We are not worthy. FLAWLESS MASTERPIECE!!!