I can't think of a single supergroup other than the Wu-Tang Clan (and their supergroup status is debatable) that I listen to on a regular basis. There was the Traveling Wilbury's, who suffered from a surfeit of male alphas. More recently there was Monsters of Folk, who suffered from the opposite problem of being entirely comprised of populist milquetoasts with no discernible leader. And there was that supergroup featuring the kid from Hanson and Smashing Pumpkins' James Iha, who simply suffered from being a bad band. That said, I'm kind of psyched for this new supergroup Mister Heavenly, which features Islands' brainchild Nick Thorburn, Modest Mouse's Joe Plummer (not to be confused with Joe the Plumber), Man Man's Honus Honus, and Arrested Development actor Michael Cera on bass. After the jump, stream and download two free tracks and feel the magic.

Islands, Vapours (Anti-) - Once a schizophrenic, overstuffed Montreal outfit full of potential, Islands have finally learned to edit. The result: an infectious and weird third album that was worth the wait. Lead singer Nick Thorburn, more commonly known by his stage name Nick Diamonds, and his crew have stripped away the orchestral layers and theatrical pomp that turned the band’s sophomore album, Arm’s Way, into a bloated, highfalutin’ rock opera. What’s left is masterful, refreshing synth-pop, served up pure and simple. Snappy drums drive the album’s first single “No You Don’t,” while Thorburn’s charming, spot on lyrics come through loud and clear -- “Don’t buy dope from the man you don’t know.” What he said. --Alexandra Vickers

Once a schizophrenic, overstuffed Montreal couch full of indie-pop potential, Islands finally realized that even the most talented members of Arcade Fire and Wolf Parade need to edit.

After making the trek to The Bell House in Brooklyn last night to witness the indie rock foursome Islands whip up a schizophrenic, sticky-sweet cocktail of styles, sounds, and genres, we initially felt like the cheap drowning olive in their plastic martini glass. Similar to the clusterfuck clash of anatomy-hugging white skinny jeans and waspy sky-blue polos (plus one shimmering cape) seen on stage, we fully expected the dash of throwback, pinch of electronic, and vat of indie-pop that seeped from the bodies beneath them to explode into a cacophonous pile of sparkling vomit. However, the resulting combination was, to our utter astonishment, a pleasantly silvery and euphonious symphony of sound, albeit one with an identity crisis. By the end of the show, we were begging to soak up whatever else they damn felt like pouring.

Tomorrow, the Montreal-based group Islands will release Arm’s Way. The album’s title is a pun on the Quebecois pronunciation of “Harm’s Way.” The image of an “arm” also symbolizes the physicality and intentionality of this album as opposed to their distracted 2006 debut, Return to the Sea. While their last album included several guests, this one focuses exclusively on the six-piece band.