2013 has thus far been a great year for dance music, in various forms, from many corners of the globe. We’ve had chart-topping brothers Disclosure, funky baggy revivalists Jagwar Ma, and of course, Daft Punk’s attempt to single-handedly save the music business with Random Access Memories. Now the industry’s been successfully rescued, Birmingham’s Troumaca are hoping for a piece of that action.

Yet The Grace doesn’t start off all that promisingly. ‘Trees’ is music that could aptly soundtrack an Internet Explorer advert, and much like the browser, it’s a sound that’s way behind that being made by its rival contemporaries; tedious, aimless, but thankfully easy to ignore given that the following ‘Sanctify’ is so vastly superior. Like Everything Everything focusing their gaze harder on straight up disco pop, it’s a quirky combination that evidently works a treat.

The highlights, thankfully, continue. ‘Gold, Women & Wine’s steel drums provide a reason to believe it’s still summer a little bit longer, the title being used as a chorus mantra, dashed off in a nonchalant manner befitting what was, I hope, the carefree nature of your season. ‘Ivory’, the oldest track on The Grace, is a touching tribute to singer Sam’s granddad that still manages to whisk one away in to reverie despite its poignant subject matter, and ‘Layover’ has developed from its live outings as a brooding instrumental tune in to a winning single full of erratic howls and kooky riffs.

Varied and playful, it sounds very much like the record the band wanted to make, commendably devoid of outside influence from label Brownswood Recordings or indeed anyone else. Troumaca seem fully in control, which when the sound is this mischievous, is a skill in itself. There’s a wacky hairdo on every member and lust for girls used as a topic in most songs on their debut, but their focus and promisingly aberrant beats at the very least set them apart from their Birmingham buddies.