There are untouchable pop icons, there are innocuous chart-toppers who are easy enough to ignore, and then there are the Chainsmokers—the AXE Body Spray of modern music. Even in this post-genre, highbrow-lowbrow world, I’d prefer not to get their stank all over the music that means something to me. Which hasn’t really been an issue. Until today.

The Chainsmokers’ new album is called Sick Boy...Beach House. The single is called “Beach House” and it goes like this: “Woke up on the west side/Listening to Beach House, taking my time.” Though the accompanying lyric video doesn’t even capitalize Beach House, I’m going to assume this isn’t a glitch in the songwriting algorithm, and that the Chainsmokers aren’t listening to their friends’ Malibu McMansions and calling it music. They are talking about the Baltimore duo that, for the last decade or so, has redefined the concept of “vibey” music by honing a specific sound and not striving for mass appeal.

Beach House is music for space travel, but it’s also the kind of thing that’s playing when you’re passing a joint and one of your friends asks what chakras even are—which admittedly sounds like something the Chainsmokers might do now that they’ve traded frat-boy EDM for #deep electronic pop. Their 2017 debut, Memories…Do Not Open, was like a trust funder’s quarter-life crisis, except the existential despair primarily stemmed from the notion that “bitches be crazy.” So I get why their pivot to vibes invokes Beach House: Name-dropping them roughly seven years after the Weeknd and Kendrick each sampled them is a safe way to seem vaguely cool, like the Chainsmokers are the “artists” they keep claiming to be instead of a slightly less embarrassing (though slightly more sexist?) version of LMFAO. They know Beach House—or rather, they know some soundalike Spotify playlist of Beach House to put on when a “quirky” girl comes over.

In a way, this is another example of the problem that has plagued Beach House: their sound being reduced to a feeling, and that feeling being used to sell things without their consent. Only now their name has become so synonymous with this intangible blend of moody mystery and the warm glow of nostalgia, the music doesn’t even need to be invoked directly. When Volkswagen made a soundalike track of Beach House’s “Take Care” for a 2012 ad, after the band rejected their sync offer, members Alex Scally and Victoria Legrand were forthright in their objections. “A feeling and a sentiment and an energy has been copied and is being used to sell something we didn’t want to sell,” said Scally.