Warm Ghost, Narrows. I was never enough into the Human Leaguey and New Romantic bands to be able to drop specific references, but this sounds like them. It doesn’t matter that this is a philosophically minded duo from Brooklyn. The low vocals and prominent synth beats and swooping background guitars are straight-out Eno-ized England circa 1983. There is a gesture made to modern ears: the stuff is slightly quicker and wilder than expected at first throb, enough to make you  listen further rather than just heading for your vinyl collection.

The final track, “An Absolute Light,” has the coolest effects. It sounds like someone is either rattling chains or eating celery for the first half of it, then it abruptly becomes a sparse single-note piano solo.

If the weird fillips don’t make you curious, song titles such as “Myths on Rotting Ships” and “Splay of Road” should. What’s a splay of road?