Andy Stott’s compositions boast a ghostly character. Over the course of his latest Modern Love offering, 10 sparse songs overflow with substance, but somehow make off like invisible apparitions-a huge accomplishment for a guy who tends toward melodramatic piano scapes and sinewy beat work. But it‘s all in Stott’s touches, a loose approach that allows the music to breathe, assembling itself piecemeal out of a scrap heap of Kranky-ordained minimalist tricks, Detroit techno calling cards, and bump-in-the-night electronics.