With their debut album, Twin Sister take us from sex-starved hotel rooms (‘Daniel’) to the merits of the weekend (‘Saturday Sunday’) via a never-derivative cocktail of Björk, Cocteau Twins and Stereolab. On first impressions, the New York band appear to fit into the wonky modern pop puzzle occupied by Dirty Projectors, Tamaryn and masters of the woozy jigsaw Beach House. Yet as ‘In Heaven’ unravels, radiant dance-pop (the brilliantly debauched ‘Bad Street’) and sleepy, star-gazing electro (‘Luna’) emerge to devastating effect. It’s a heavenly concoction, rendered so beautifully that the only pigeonhole it fits into is one labelled “gloriously unclassifiable”.

Ben Homewood