Notoriously difficult to Google search unless you want to book a flight to Alaska, the South London collective ALASKALASKA have been quietly gaining traction and a hard core fan base over the past year. With a steady stream of unique pop-jazz singles, their debut album The Dots has become an eagerly awaited release.

The twelve-track album has all their trademark weirdness, and Lucinda John-Duarte’s vocals are captivatingly strange against the kaleidoscopic prisms of sound the six-piece create. From the rhythmic opening notes its clear texture is important, and opening track ‘The Dots’ quickly throws us into velvety saxophone, layered vocals and synths. There’s a satisfying mixture of natural and synthetic here that reveals more with repeated listening.

The sprawling vastness of The Dots is held together by reality, and it’s pleasingly used in under-produced tracks like ‘Happyface’ with its bedroom vocoder style and poetic musings on the mundanity of modern life. Thoughts like “are you getting old, do you feel like a failure?/ Don’t you have a good job, one that makes lots of money?” keep the dramatic sheen of perfect polish from overwhelming. ‘Tough Love’ has that distorted Dandy Warhols effect, while Duarte’s more childlike vocals are at times reminiscent of Kimya Dawson.

A sense of basic humanity in art satisfies a craving that the world these days often doesn’t, and ‘Bees’ tackles this social consciousness head-on as John-Duarte melodically and somewhat melancholically asks “Who’s in charge here?/ Anybody’s guess now/ where’s the people and why are they all pointing?” The way she holds and rolls over her lyrics as if they’re lead balloons she wants to guide to ground is hypnotic. ‘Monster’ shows this careful quality in combination with the subdued angst that has made the likes of Snail Mail so popular recently, as she groans “you take your jealous observations and throw them in my face.”

Rhythms and bass lines are the funky heart of this record, and ‘Moon’ is a tightly-packed jam about PMS. Finally. It’s a roaring chaotic beast of a track which builds and builds - much like her subject matter - and lyrics like “Awake, awake again/ a tummy ache again” show the humour and bizarro nature that has endeared ALASKALASKA to so many already.

Unlike any band around at the minute, ALASKALASKA are refreshing, listening to just one album sounds like listening to ten. The Dots is a long record and at times their weirdness washes over you, but over time, like the ocean over stones, something subtly changes.