Even now, years later, Sylvan Esso's self-titled debut remains an urgent and fitting introduction to a push-and-pull that would go on to inform the duo's sound – a thoughtful headiness that also wants you to get out on the dance floor.
The album blitzes anthemic pop-punk next to autotuned, melancholic rap - two genres that inform one another now more than ever before - and packs in the most features ever on a Toro y Moi album.
This is a strange but quite lovely one. Beirut’s usual palette is here - wistful horns, trembly vocals, waltzing rhythms - but it's filtered through something colder and more ghostly.