Stock up on crystals and joss sticks, Vinyl Williams' dream-pop world is worth floating Into

Alongside his band of art school friends, the grandson of movie-score composer John Williams (E.T., Star Wars, Jaws) built a reputation for lush, hypnotic melodies on debut Lemniscate (2012), and continues to drift deeper into his serene fantasies on new album Into.

At its best the record sucks you onto this ambient plain where cosmic, bossa nova rhythms and shimmering, downbeat disco grooves soundtrack a meeting of Syd Barrett and Giorgio Moroder. At its worst however, it feels like you’re locked in a floatation tank with Jean Michel-Jarre and a bag of magic mushrooms. Either way it’s a pretty trippy experience.

Stand out moments include the glossy synth-pop strut of "World Soul", the tinkling, soul cleansing elegance of "Tears of an Inanimate Object" and the space-funk, chillwave weirdness of "Allaz", but much of the floaty noodling washes over without really grabbing hold.

The shackles come though on ten-minute album closer "Xol Rumi" and you get a glimpse of what the band’s improvised, free form jam sessions might really be like. Completely indulgent and sonically liberated, the track becomes a tropic-psych opus that somehow links Radiohead and Animal Collective to mind warping Krautrock and glitterball, 80s wine bar music.

It’s one of many signs that Williams might have the scope and imagination to one day create his own signature art-house, surrealist pop sound. For now though, things are still at the experimental stage.