Mope Grooves are on a ridiculous run. In just over two years, the Portland band has released four remarkable albums of strange, beautiful art-punk, the latest of which, Desire, seems to have been made with late-night headphone trips in mind. A bit less prickly than Mope Grooves’ previous records, Desire is more of a dreamy whorl, all serpentine patterns of stuttering drums, warbling keyboards and buzzing guitars. It lives in the same in-between realm as the best Brian Eno albums: somehow anxious and blissed at the same time, like a thought caught at the lip of sleep. It’s a wonderful place to be. by Chris Stamm