When the Machines Lock In

Pilooski and Pentile built Synchronize the way you’d build furniture—nothing decorative, every joint flush. The Discodeine debut is deep house that doesn’t oversell itself: cool synthetic textures, rhythms that move with the indifference of water under ice. Jarvis Cocker turns up on one track and sounds exactly as you’d expect, sleepily authoritative, already past the end of whatever story he’s telling. The rest of the album doesn’t need him. It knows exactly what it is.