The Concretes really seemed to have found a sound that suits them like a tailor-perfect sweater. The lead off single "Can't Hurry Love," is short, sweet, and infectiously catchy, clocking in at less than two minutes and adeptly displaying the band's stylistic mission. The remainder of the album beautifully expands on this formula, with lush horns and mellow-tempo ditties that fall just short of being hypnotic. Obviously, the band members are schooled in the arts of Diana Ross (i.e., "Diana Ross," "Can't Hurry Love") and sixties girl groups, along with shades of more subdued acts like The Velvet Underground and Mazzy Star. In fact, during "Seems Fine" and "Lonely As Can Be," the group sounds just like a Swedish version of the Supremes fronted by a higher-registered Nico. The music tends to be airy; not in a gloomy sense, but instead approaching a sort of wide-eyed, coyness. There is little doubt that the group's intention is for the listener to crack a grin. Altogether, It's quite a pleasant concoction that, while far from being groundbreaking, is plenty coaxing enough for repeat listens.