There’s this band from Alaska with a weird name. And they recently released an incredibly delicious album of hypnotic and danceable indie rock. And it’s one of the greatest albums I have heard this year.

Ladies & dudes, meet Portugal. The man.

They sound like they are from Alaska (In other words kind of cold and isolated). Also, divine and mesmerizing — like miles and miles of desolate, snow-covered Alaskan landscape.

Portugal. The Man’s new album is sure to make plenty of the year’s best-of lists.For example, they made a song called “Elephants” for the album (which is called Waiter: You Vultures by the way) and it’s maybe the best song of the year. It begins calmly enough, drenched in reverb — like something in a David Lynch or Tarantino film — but that’s just the beginning. Then come the barbaric, pounding drums which when paired with the song’s grinding guitars accelerate your heartbeat and raise your pulse and leave you gasping for breath and maybe you’re dead now. And finally it explodes into the chorus like a massive army of tanks and war machines invading an underground wasteland of misguided rebels.

On the chorus of “Horse Warming Party” voices keep chanting “born and raised [insert possibility here]” as if they’ve become stuck in time, going through each conceivable scenario. (Maybe that’s the one. Or that. Or that.)

“Tommy” is kind of like a train clammering on the traintracks. “Chicago” goes back and forth between hammering skulls and dancing ballerinas. “Stables & Chairs” is calming and soothing and relaxing.

This album is serene. It’s mellow, it’s androgynous. It’s shrouded with dancy hooks and smothered in a punkish gleam. It’s the kind of album where every song sounds connected. The kind of album that makes you turn the volume knob to the right; makes you fall in love; makes you drive fast or in slow motion or both. It’s the kind of album that leaves you begging for more.

And I am begging for more. Like a true beggar. I’m standing on the corner of the street saying “Lady can you spare some Portugal The Man” and “Hey dude can I get some more Portugal The Man” and they’re looking at me with a giant WTF painted on their faces but I don’t care because that’s what this album has done to me.