If you're seeking an album to keep out the winter chill, you could do worse than to wrap yourself up in Telefon Tel Aviv's sumptuous head music. Plush and dreamy, Immolate Yourself is a world away from the duo's previous glitchy, sparse aesthetic: emotionally direct to the point of shamelessness, but giving into its swooning surges of melody proves irresistible. Layers of gauzy textures swathe half-heard vocals, whose vagueness only magnifies their melancholic poignancy; echoing drum fills and yearning, perpetually ascending melodies add a touch of the epic to the brew. Immolate Yourself shares a certain amniotic quality with the likes of Junior Boys, though a more apt comparison is Apparat's 2007 album Walls. It may be more frosting than cake, but there is an addictive comfort to its richness.