The endearing vocal-led opening verses of Molokai shy away into a transcendent and dreamy instrumental haze of noodling guitar and washy touches of synth, punctuated by just two delicious drum breaks. It restrains itself in all the right places, then indulges when the moment sees fit. A deftly built wall of charming pop smarts.
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