Forget “World Music”, cultural appropriation or even Tame Impala’s “Beverly Laurel”. This Afropoppin’ street beat is the summer single for singles. The delightfully breezy jam buzzes with clicks and whistles, the immersive pop product of suburban white kids who live in an African city and aspire to be more than mere Western soundalikes. Yeah, the girl may be gone, but rather than churn out more mopey odes, the Mother City hipsters fill the void with bright East African-style guitar rhythms, while maintaining an innocent indie aesthetic with a catchy, uncomplicated vocal refrain. Chelsea Blakemore, the band may not “want to call your name”, but the rest of us sure do.