A kung fu fighter in a disco

MGMT is going to get a look-in, surely. (I haven't bothered to figure out the band's self-(re)presentation, but there must be something odd about it, because all the descriptions of the album are bafflingly unrelated to what it actually is. The big singles are rave-inflected indielectropop like that Royksopp remix of The Knife, only - apparently - more mainstream palatable because it's not a Scandanavian woman singing in a weird voice.)