Oft criticized as a dead genre, constantly cannibalizing its (recent) history, “minimal tech-house” records and comps still manage to clog shop shelves weekly, originating from a seemingly teething worldwide network of monotonously mouse-clicking (mostly) men. Almost as a direct response to this monotony, Mr. Skugge unleashes this deftly effective manifesto of thoughtfully constructed tech-house, incorporating funk flourishes, electro squanks, monster bass blasts, and disco swirls. He also adds vocals both robotic and breathy, which are rarely so intoxicatingly woven into records of this ilk. Volume is an involving 60 minutes, and another worthy volume to add to this revived genre.