PICK OF THE WEEK

Tiefschwarz Feat Cassy
Find Me (Souvenir)

I know what you're thinking: he's made some clanking Berlin techno track POTW, the pretentious wanker. But you've got to to follow your heart. And my heart (and head, spleen and kidneys, for that matter) says that the best electronic music coming out of Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg continues to make the vast majority of the music that we, in the UK, are offered as an "alternative" – facile, plastic electro and acceptably weird indie – look very ordinary indeed. Find Me is exhilarating. A sparse, elastic bed of clicks, pops and dissonant piano, topped with a drained, enigmatic vocal from Panorama Bar resident DJ, Cassy, it has as much to do with Thelonius Monk or Matmos as with filling dancefloors. Although, it will. It is, in a very real sense, art.

ALSO OUT THIS WEEK

Mr Fogg
Moving Parts (Kicking Ink)

Who'd have thunk it? That Belouis Some, Black and a very specific kind of sensitive male synthpop, circa 1985, would re-emerge as the core DNA of some of 2010's hippest acts. Unlike monochrome Mancs Hurts, who seem to think that music attained perfection with Breathe's 1988 hit, Hands To Heaven (and – hey! – they might have a point), Mr Fogg laces his refined pop with snippy, diverting strings and modernist electronic tics. Earth shattering? No. Interesting? Yes.

We Are Scientists
Rules Don't Stop (Masterswan)

If We Are Scientists were one tenth as good on record as they are funny in interviews, they would be our greatest band. Sadly, this is the usual polished, efficient ho-hum college rock, about which the most interesting thing you can say is that it features the ex-drummer from Razorlight. Next!

The XX
VCR (Matthew Dear Mix)(XL)

One of the many great things about the XX is how they echo with the rhythms of raves past. Even in their quietest moments you can hear an implicit mechanised club pulse. Judging by the lack of mobility at their gigs, however, your average XX fan is more interested in the whole bedrooms, black jumpers and Sylvia Plath angle, rather than this poppers'n'lasers lineage. Those people will hate this inspired rework from Matthew Dear. It transforms VCR into a woozy punk-funk shimmy and is – whisper it! – a lot of fun.

Beach House
Zebra (Bella Union)

Sure, American duo Beach House are a bit headbands and dreamcatchers. A zoologist would surely challenge their woolly classification of a zebra as a "black and white horse". But if you've been avoiding all things "chillwave" on the basis that any scene inspired by shoegazing must be the second most boring thing to happen in music – after shoegazing – then, erm, chillwave out, dude. Beach House are much more about "tunes" than "being from Oxford and having guitar pedals". More Vashti Bunyan than Slowdive. Zebra is lovely.