Minimalism and technology keep finding beautiful ways to live together. Today’s singer/songwriter albums no longer fit in a genre to themselves, largely in part due to individuals having simpler, more transferrable methods (anyone with a laptop can make an album) of artificially surrounding themselves with musicians or noises, or transforming themselves into a chorus. The inventiveness resulting from this modern ease and freedom is immense.

Which brings me to The Go Find’s album, Miami. As the project of Dieter Sermeus, his Belgian iBook, and a few helper monkeys to carry his luggage, the album eloquently weaves standard rock vocals with Postal Servicey/euro-indie-pop computerization. Everything on Miami is seemingly synthetic because it probably is. Even his voice. He’s probably not even a real person. A hologram of some sort, perhaps.

Either way, the beats pulse, the guitar soothes, the bubbly insanity in the background sizzles and Dietermeister’s voice is instantly gripping.

There’s hardly a song on Miami that doesn’t blister a spot on your mind (or thumb) and make you think about it constantly and obsessively and rigorously for several months like a lost crack rock.

So, yeah, it’s better than the Postal Service album.