Another copious influx of exceptional electronic music requires your urgent devotion. Seriously.

MATIAS AGUAYO, Are You Really Lost (Kompakt; kompakt-net.com). A fantastic debut album by this Chilean Don Juan of the laptop and ex–Closer Musik member, Are You Really Lost may spur more do-it-fluid flow than any minimal tech-house release this decade. Subtly seductive rather than blatantly erotic, Aguayo's tracks caress your erogenous zones with insistent 4/4 kicks, sotto-voce singing, murmuring synth textures, and throbbing bass lines.

DATACH'I, The Elements (Sublight; sublightrecords.com). Somewhere between Venetian Snares' orchestral brutality and Squarepusher's madspazz beat programming lies the music of Datach'i (Joseph Fraioli). On The Elements, he layers strings with classical rigor and grandeur, then undercuts those lofty airs with drill 'n' bass beats that flit and skitter around the stereo field like numbers on the big board at the New York Stock Exchange. Classily exhilarating.

GREG DAVIS/SEBASTIEN ROUX, Paquet Surprise (Carpark; carparkrecords.com). Davis is a master of laptopian pastoral bliss-scapes; Roux is an academic composer associated with France's famed computer-music institution IRCAM. Together they've forged a delicately gorgeous folktronica album that will ease your bedeviled, news-reading mind. Drones, gossamer melodies, imaginative field recordings, and digital signal processing coalesce into a tantalizing sonic bouquet. It's musical peace through the subtlest of means.

DELIA GONZALEZ & GAVIN RUSSOM, The Days of Mars (DFA/Astralwerks; dfarecords.com). This freaky duo taps into the kosmische analog-synth pulsations and burbles that wowed hordes of hirsute stoners in the '70s. Long-winded krauts Tangerine Dream and Klaus Schulze serve as obvious touchstones, as Delia & Gavin launch epic, deep-space oscillations destined to score future sci-fi flicks. ADD-sufferers, stay clear.

INDUCE, Cycle (WonderSound; www.myspace.com/induce1). Astral-jazz has been subliminally infiltrating hiphop for years as sample fodder, but Miami's Induce foregrounds that style on Cycle. Drawing on the gentlest, most spiritual traits of John Coltrane, Pharoah Sanders, and Alice Coltrane's music, Induce has crafted one of the most blissed-out hiphop joints ever. Become one with it.

NORTEC COLLECTIVE, Tijuana Sessions Vol 3(Nacional; nacionalrecords.com). There's something novelty-like about Nortec Collective's norteño/techno conflation—but it's a charming novelty. Artists like Bostich, Panóptica, Hiperboreal, Clorofila, and Fussible contour with brio Mexico's relentlessly festive traditional music into techno's typically rigid templates, sparking some spicy, if kitsch, friction—though it lacks the piquancy of Señor Coconut's stuff. But doesn't everything?

VORPAL, An Incomplete Guide to VORPAL Music (Cock Rock Disco; cockrockdisco.com). New Pittsburgh producer VORPAL (Andy Kozloski) generates hyperactive, insanely complex beat origami that recalls Otto Von Schirach and Squarepusher in their more rational states. Throughout the rhythmadness and disorienting textural sleight of hand, VORPAL threads elegant little melodies that could've drifted in from Eno's ambient works. Riddled with trapdoor surprises, this is a promising debut. DAVE SEGAL