Julia Holter's latest sheds some light on a very modern concern: the celebrity-obsessed media and its incessant reportage. Although there are no direct odes to Kim Kardashian's baby weight or the Mail Online sidebar, Holter certainly gives an abstract, jazz-electro interpretation of that world. Horns Surrounding Me features breathless panting as if running from the paparazzi, while World laments on a "singer on the fifth floor" with vocals so full of whispered intent that you can almost feel hot breath on your neck. Elsewhere, Barbara Lewis's soul classic Hello Stranger gets a chillout makeover, which doesn't quite work; but any faults are obliterated by the album's closer, City Appearing. In a stark premonition, Holter describes a city empty and collapsed; "Bright blue flames under my fingers," she coos with eerie serenity, before the instruments crescendo and then – puff! – the world Holter has created implodes. A beautiful reminder that we're all doomed.