The songs on Gem Club's debut album are so delicate they could seemingly float away with the ease of a leaf caught in the wind. But what keeps the band's minimalist dream pop grounded is in the minor-key plunks of Christopher Barnes' piano and the honeyed moans of Kristen Drymala's cello. Barnes provides the vocals, reminiscent of a sedated Jonathan Meiburg (Shearwater), while Ieva Berberian lays out soft female harmonies. This is melancholy at its most heartbreakingly gorgeous. When Barnes faintly mumbles, "I heard the party's here," you really just want to give the poor guy a beer.