Tom Aspaul‘s back with another absolute gem of a tune: Traces falls into my favourite subcategory of pop, which is ‘danceable fuckery’; the fuckery in this case being the aftermath of a key person exiting one’s life.

“I can taste you in the air, the cologne you used to wear,” he laments. “You’re not really there.”

Shiny and shimmery with a generous side of melancholia, it’s one of the best tracks on offer this New Music Friday. Stream below.