My problem with a lot of dream pop is that it's so gauzy and ethereal that I feel like I need to stuff my ears with coarse gravel just to get some edge back. Mauro Remiddi, AKA Porcelain Raft, manages to balance soothing and sexy, woozy and wasted on his first LP, Strange Weekend. This is largely the result of good production, which combines bleary-eyed arrangements with the occasional electric guitar. It also helps that Remiddi's androgynous vocals aren't a mixed-low afterthought. The real secret is that, despite the overall spaced-out aura, nearly every song is built around choruses with hooks so groovy that they will be soundtracking the revelatory scenes in self-conscious indie movies for at least the next decade. REBECCA WILSON