We need better genre names. We don’t need more genre names; god knows we already have way too many of them. But none of our currently-existing genre names are up to the task of describing what, exactly, M83 does. Think of whatever single-word descriptors you’ve seen applied to the work of the mad Frenchman Anthony Gonzalez. Shoegaze? Synthpop? These won’t cut it. We need something better. We need a word for music that, when heard on headphones, can turn mundane everyday-life moments into vivid, kaleidoscopic movie montages. We need a better way to delineate the type of music that suffocates you with its beautiful, dramatic excess. I’m not going to try to invent that name because all of my ideas are terrible. I’m just putting it out there into the universe. M83 is about to give us a motherfucker of an album, and that album deserves a better genre name than any of the ones we currently have in circulation.