After three patchy albums of 60s-indebted whimsy, something seems to have clicked for the Isle of Wight six-piece. Perhaps it's the drugs, with pre-release publicity focusing on singer Paul Butler's journey into the Peruvian jungle to drop fashionable psychedelic ayahuasca with the local shamen. This seems to have worked, with their fourth album a consistently tuneful, vaguely trippy exercise in classic rock that would once have guaranteed sales and residence on radio playlists. Instead, expect to hear sunny ditties such as "I Really Need Love" on ads for zippy new hatchbacks or mobile phone call plans very soon.