Mum are beautiful. Beautiful people, beautiful instruments and, most importantly, beautiful music.

For those of you who have never heard of them, imagine scratchy faraway sounds and muted trumpets and echoing marimba and all different beats... accordions and toys and strange violincum horns.

Top it off with the child-like and ghostly voice of a girl who is sweet and doe-eyed (yet inimitably cool and stylish in that way Icelandic girls always are) and you are some way to getting an idea of the ethereal heavenly sound and aura of this wonderful band.

I often get bored by dreamy electronic muses. But Mum are original and enthralling and do something on another level entirely from so many others in the genre.

Buy their album, Finally We Are No One, and float away.