The USA has it’s own sound when it comes to techno, even if the masses even have a clue that anything other than MTV exists. Mr. Wink has been a pioneer of the scene in Philadelphia, a close third to Detroit and Chicago when house turned electronica. Getting this material released on a major label is already a breakthrough in America, but wink has more fish (or cauliflower) to fry. Far from the narcotic fueled European scene, his music is as a calculated as his somewhat vegan lifestyle. This is an immensely enjoyable set of tunes, constructed to instruct the uninitiated (or perhaps uninitiate the instructed), and still delight skeptics who would call it’s commercialness into question. Wink highlights techniques from all across the genre, throwing in jazzy horn jams, house beats, long ambient breaks, and even Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails fame) into the mix. He suckers those rockers and traditionalists with well arranged ‘songs’, exposing them slowly to the unfamiliar rhythms and beats, and by the time the familiarity of scowling Trent fades away after 5 tracks, Wink slowly cuts loose and unravels another universe they are helpless to stop, no matter how close their thumb gets to the fast forward button. Killing rock and roll is an eternal toil.