Although viewed as a band affair, Bossanova is essentially the brainchild of Chris Storrow with contributions from guest musicians from Unrest and The New Pornographers. Storrow's chosen route to pop euphoria is to create huge crescendoes of melody. From the outset, 'In The Immortal Words Of You' reveals a taste for Pixies-style fuzzy guitar, unashamedly bright and tuneful synths and Storrow's own ELO-like vocals. 'French Accent' makes fine use of some Beach Boys-inspired harmonies and a dreamlike, symphonic melody that The Flaming Lips would be extremely proud of; whilst 'I'll Leave Of My Heart' is an exuberant pop confection. Even a potentially disastrous near-instrumental detour into baroque synths and crunchy guitar ('Rare Brazil') ends up smelling like the sweetest of psychedelic roses; similarly 'It Felt Like A Weight' features a Procol Harum-aping coda. A perfect (not to mention rare) demonstration of how the more effects and emotion you throw into a record, the greater the end product can be.