Self-recorded on a ‘Solfeggio scale’ (one apparently unsuited to Western instruments), ‘Ester’ is a 45-minute sensory assault that unravels into an invigorating interpretation of modern pop. ‘Dies In 55’’s circus synths evoke the ghostly half light of a disused fairground, before Trailer Trash Tracys slip seamlessly into the impressively panic-stricken (yet curiously sedating) rush of ‘Engelhardt’s Arizona’. The Londoners lean on their peers across the pond at times – Beach House would be proud of standout ‘Candy Girl’ and Telepathe will wish they’d written bruising closer ‘Turkish Heights’ – yet ‘Ester’ is very much an individualist work.