With “post-rock” creeping up on the decade mark, it’s time for some other journalist to define what’s next. Or one could keep listening to the likes of Soulo for non-textual clues. Electronic beats help shape a good portion of the album, but its sonic breadth is what truly impresses. “Emotions, Can You Trust Them?” ensconses a Lynchian fetish for ’50s rock in guitar-and-harmonica-driven dream-pop. And “Your Erroneous Zones” has some Rockford Files fun with the aforementioned genre definition, putting a big ol’ belt buckle on its constraints. Man, The Manipulator sees Soulo’s multi-instrumental palette spread across a larger canvas. Their sound keeps getting bigger, and better.