Pure LA stardust from Alex Ho, serving a suave, full-bodied taste of his monthly party and NTS radio show Moony Habits via eight twinkle-toed yacht boogie and terrace-side pearls

Satin-cut and soused in atmosphere, Ho’s debut album is a melt-on-mind treat for those who like it smooth and sensual. Melding his cirrus falsetto soul vocals with feathered synth pads and keys, the vibe is unmistakable from the opening crimson synth flush and latinate shuffle of ‘Miss Suzuki’ to the dawning panorama and murmuring rhythms of ‘TYFC’, sashaying thru inch-tight emulations of a classic, grown-up ‘80s soul style a la Dam Funk or Nite Jewel that equally evokes imagery of Brian de Palma flicks as much as David Hockney’s seductively inviting pool portraits. Make sure to check for high grade drip between the skin-tingling glow of ‘Idle Eighty’, the instrumental synth-pop soul élan of ‘Mark’, and sweetest echoes of Ryuichi Sakamoto in ‘College Crest Walk’, and the balmy coos of ‘Neary’.