You can learn a lot from pop music. Careful study of this omnipresent aural junk food reveals layers of soothing ambience and discrete, multi-channel meaninglessness. Grafting those hidden wonders onto the peculiarly minimalist Detroit export called house music is Matthew Dear. Born and bred in Austin's indie-rock confines before heading up to the Motor City, his take on steady beat-thumping is accentuated by a keen ear for Stereolab's optimism, the psychedelic effects of early Orb and a good-times vibe borrowed from Prince's keyboard funk. Amazingly, Dear's work somehow links the highly structured sounds of house to the lazy jangle-pop of days gone by. It's like throbbing bass with a hit of California sunshine. "Heaven" is beautiful and, more importantly, open to the possibilities of being more than just a floor-stomper.