Though Domino has been proudly trumpeting its first French signing, Frànçois Marry doesn't conform to Francopop stereotypes: there's no Phoenixesque soft-rock nostalgia, no Daft Punkish dance pioneering and absolutely no sign of chanson. This fourth album with the Atlas Mountains bears the marks of his co-option into the UK indiesphere, after a five-year spell living in Bristol last decade. Marry's voice, a passably melodic whine, is the kind that has decorated records by wispy guitar bands from time immemorial, and there's a cool fizziness to E Volo Love that calls to mind those bands John Peel used to play, the ones who seemed to be trying to create Burt Bacharach-style mood pieces for the benefit of 12 blokes in anoraks at the Bedford George & Dragon. However, Marry's inspirations come not from the west coast of the US, but West Africa, and in a world crowded with indie types trying to sound as if they're straight out of Lagos, his approach to incorporating rhythms and guitar lines from Afropop – as heard on last year's single Les Plus Beaux – is refreshingly understated. Charming, then, but lightweight.