Year endzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Today, two records that have hit me in my sweet spot here too late in the year, both exemplars of krauty and/or cosmic disco grooviness—Prins Thomas' self-titled solo full-length (sans Lindstrom, Prins' album sounds like a slightly meatier continuation of the duo's sprawled-out II) and Bjørn Torske's Kokning. Here's what's up: