Vulvaland

Though they emerged from the experimental music scene in Cologne, Germany, Mouse On Mars’s blissed-out electronica didn’t have too much to do, on a surface level, with the jagged edges and formalism of peers like Kontakta or Marcus Schmickler. The duo of Jan St. Werner and Andi Toma found community with the nascent post-rock scene in Britain — they signed to the Too Pure label after forwarding a cassette to Seefeel — and on Vulvaland, their sound is humid and swooning, the clacking Krautrock-informed hypnosis of “Frosch” giving way to the woozy “Future Dub” or the sea-sick exotica of “Die Seele Von Brian Wilson.” On Vulvaland, the beatific motoric of Can’s Future Days met the quixotic dancefloor of Liquid Sky Cologne.