LAZILY dubbed The new Fleetwood Mac', although it's easy to see why, Jenny Lewis' luminous voice, in particular, recalls golden afternoons under the spell of the great Stevie Nicks.

And this effortless, lilting manner of Under the Backlight' has urged the band deeper into a welcoming mainstream.

Which is no bad place to be. Californian-style pop tinged with soul and, in places, the sun-soaked chimes of reggae.

However, whereas The Mac's tremendous songbook was gifted with the frisson of the band's emotional dynamic, Rilo Kiley's attack seems rather more singular.

Both heartfelt and unashamedly sunny, we find a glutch of accessible tunes drifting by in a dreamy mist. While they manage to escape the slight trappings of blandness, there remain numerous occasions where one feels we had wandered along this path before.

Despite this rather suspicious familiarity, there remains an enigmatic pull that is impossible to dismiss.