after ellen allien delivered an introspection of movie length with "SOOL" that was as sharp-edged as intricate and complex, the fairy of berlin techno now trips back into the massive centre of the club. the centrifugal forces are more present there, however, the delicate, shining secret of the album that naturally lacks of any concrete tangibility still remains the glowing centerpiece of mrs. allien's creative work. it is hence that "LOVER" elegantly slips out of the hand, whirs and twinkles amidst subtle synth elements and still eventually aggregates to a volatile physicalness between the hiss of the fog machine and the whispering voice of the siren - only to soon crumble into many pieces again, duplicate until it starts sounding more and more psychotic from all sides, temptatively and dangerously asking listeners to take any plugs out of their ears and join the party. magically and dreamy it is always structured with a tight thumbing bassline, that knows exactly where to go, and some grooving synths and shakers that add a housey lightness to the rite that is way too sexy for anyone to think of things as "no, thanks".