Heaven or Las Vegas
I'm not sure how to politely accuse the entire genre of dreampop of having ripped off this album in particular. It is perhaps the recency bias. I think of Hitchcock's Rope when I say that this album, rather, just like that film, could have been made tomorrow and would be held as simultaneously fresh and timeless. There's an, if you'll excuse the cliché, dreaminess and mist to these tracks. Unlike, say, Midnight City, an album that I do love regardless, never feels manufactured or as if it's running out of steam. A perfect album that I am hitting myself for never listening to sooner.