Yeasayer’s Chris Keating once told me he wanted to make music for the Star Wars cantina – the Dixieland astro-jazz favoured by the alien group being insufficiently “futuristic”. Fragrant World, the third album by his Brooklyn trio, wins hands down in the forward-thinking stakes. Its collisions of sounds – glitchy R&B on Depeche Mode’s afterburners meets Princely droid-funk lasered by dream-pop drone, since you asked – are exhilarating. For all its smarts, though, it lacks a track as anthemic or hooky as previous highs “2080” or “O.N.E.”. Like many sci-fi movies, it ends up seeming more obsessed with set design than story.