Perhaps it's their tender years or that grating name that's allowed Bombay Bicycle Club to be unfairly dismissed as fey, jangly music for teenage mix tapes. Their third album has those qualities, but it's also full of exquisite moments. Animal Collective producer Ben Allen has ushered in a more textured sound via loops and layered vocals which find consonance with the querulous-voiced Jack Steadman. The album has a tentative quality which is sometimes beguiling – the gently grooving "Lights Out, Words Gone", effete and insistent all at once, is a delight – but often they sound in need of more conviction.