I first heard this album during the day. It was a bright sunny morning and the Baltimore duo, Beach House, sounded like whining juveniles trying to ruin my day. But then I listened to them again that evening and my mind changed. I realised their melancholy voices and luscious music is more suited to night and all the subtleties associated with private times on a private evening.

Their new album, Devotion, is layered and complicated: sounding a bit like early Mercury Rev and reminiscent of Spiritualised. Sounds wash over each other and voices fade in and fade out. Alex Scally and Victoria Legrand have written songs that could provide the soundtrack to forgotten dreams and half memories of girls and boys long past.

The songs are about love and, unsurprisingly, devotion. More than being about anything, they represent the feelings themselves: the ebbs, the slow rises, the ecstatic highs and the lonely lows. Like a quiet friend telling a personal story, the lyrics linger, leaving trails across the sand and the music seeps into the nooks and crannies.

Like mature cheese and dark red wine, Devotion is for those times when the lights have already been dimmed and the candles are beginning to warp out of shape. And not when you're late for work and want to crack open the bus driver's head.