Some songs make you laugh — like Neil Diamond's 'Sweet Caroline'. Others compel you to sing along against your better judgment — like Rihanna's 'Umbrella'. A few leave you wanting to gouge out your ears — like Coldplay's 'Fix You'. And occasionally one comes along that has you doing all three at once — like Kelis' 'Milkshake'.

But rare is the song that grabs you by the hips, forcing you to make mildly embarrassing dance moves regardless of where you are — like 'The Timewarp'. And, now, 'Electric Feel'. A slice of slinky disco, it's all glittering mirror balls, sequined lounge suits, and that sideways shuffle slide favoured by Michael Jackson when he still had an afro. It is the most irresistible tune on the psychedelic hallucination that is MGMT's debut album, a trippy traipse through the'60s, '70s and '80s.

But the dancefloor killer is by no means the only standout on a collection that overdoses on the acid-fuelled sounds of early Pink Floyd, the rhinestone bell-bottomed tracksuit days of ABBA, and the electronic wooshes of 25-year-old synthpop. Nutty but marvelous, it's exactly what you'd expect from producer Dave Fridman, who's spent the past decade sharing a proverbial bong with the godfathers of throwback stoner rock, the Flaming Lips.

With his guidance, the musical fantasies of young New Yorkers Ben Goldwasser and Andrew VanWyngarden are brought to life in vivid Technicolor. 'Time To Pretend' laughs at rockstar dreams ("Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives") while hauling out the Pet Shop Boys' keyboards. Big on vintage mellotrons, 'Weekend Wars' is one line about flowerpot men away from 'Pet Sounds' or 'Sgt Peppers'. And 'The Youth' might have been cribbed from the notebook of the original crazy diamond, Syd Barrett while, like the rest of the album, somehow managing to sound thoroughly modern.

With its tribal drums and distant, echoed vocals '4th Dimensional Transition' really does seem like a lost message from another plane; the distant, murky sound of minimalist acoustic folk song 'Pieces Of What' ensure it could pass for one of the more threatening tracks off a dusty Crosby, Stills and Nash LP; and 'Kids' follows the LCD Soundsystem manual to making substantial music from throwaway 20-year-old dance tracks.

But, for all their mind-altering qualities, none are as addictive as 'Electric Feel'.