So one of the oddest guises in music is back - we're sure you'll all have guessed by now that Major Lazer isn't actually a hunky Rastafarian with an interchangeable Super Soaker for an arm, but in fact super-producer Diplo's house blend of electro-reggae.
It's the stuff the Notting Hill Carnival was made for (certainly the under-tunnel, after-dark after-party, anyway). While lead single Get Free - featuring the delectable Amber Coffman of Dirty Projectors - proved to be quite divisive, you'd have to had a rather sizable lobotomy to not enjoy Free the Universe.
The opener You're No Good, with the likes of Santigold and Danielle Haim, is Major Lazer at its most louche: jaunty, leisured, but still fresh. Jet Blue Jet resolutely gets a party starting, proof that nothing bad ever came from a beat built upon a flagrant rave horn. One of the album highlights comes from the unlikely collaboration with Ezra Koenig (Vampire Weekend). Again, it's a laid-back, summery affair, doorstep reggae to blast as the sun beats the porch.
Meanwhile there are career revivals aplenty - Ms Dynamite and Wyclef Jean make a solid presence, Scare Me might be the best thing to happen to Peaches' flagging career, and Keep Cool - though a weak track - brings together the barmy pairing of Wynter Gordon and Shaggy... and, yep, it works. (But the sooner we erase the Bruno Mars offering from our memories, the better.)
We always did wonder why Diplo assumed the guise of Major Lazer, but Free the Universe gives him the perfect amount of freedom he needs to create this mash-up of genre, of old and new artistes, and genuinely have fun with it. After all, who's going to argue with a stacked Rasta in a beret? Definitely not us. Jah bless.