How does one of the best synth-pop groups ever respond to the rise of super-macho, jackhammering EDM? With one of their quietest, most slyly insinuating albums yet, full of gorgeously minimalist, feather-light jams like "Invisible"; even the presumably Olympic-themed "Winners" ("You're a winner! I'm a winner!") is pretty calm, as adrenalizing sports anthems go. But Elysium still cuts deep: "Your Early Stuff" and "Ego Music" (chorus: "Me me me me/ Yes yes yes yes/ You you you you/ No no no no") are deliriously passive-aggressive diss tracks aimed at a presumably washed-up pop star. Hmm.