Languid swoon, serene intoxication. The crafty & precocious debut album by Revelino opens with a taut, blanched-out sleek reverie named 'Happiness Is Mine' and sounds like the next potent classic Radiohead should write.

"Nothing moves inside/This picture out of time," Brendan Tallon ghosts from the heart of some strange, dreamy depths, and the line resonates like your own intimate, internal hum amplified. It's quite some outrageous opener.

Revelino are big news in their native Ireland now - although this feat is no longer such big news as it was a few years back - and this measured debut sketches and schemes then suddenly lacerates like fractured bones slashing through smooth white skin.

The surface only just holds the undercurrents. 'My Bones' is (too much) prime Pixies, all wild blinks & mind-scatter, profound yet glancing as a spring breeze.

These songs are pellets longing to be cosmic piledrivers. They're weighed down by their own portentousness, then suddenly fired by a turn of speed, a clenched twist, a golden line which darts out and dazzles you like sly sunrays: "You half speak my name/I want to dance in this world"('No Forever Girl').

'Hello' is no more than an ace song, courteously raucous, but 'I Feel So Tired' sad-aches to its marrow.

Revelino are uplifted, embryonic, as chance as a ricochet...and poetry lies here should you choose.