Bring on summer, bring on topless cars and liquid gold sunsets and long conversations on the beach about nothing in particular. And bring on The Magic Numbers, the warmest, fuzziest, most intelligent addition to the indie pop genre since Brian Wilson's 'Wild Honey' genius.

Their debut album is a heady combination of folk and pop, laid over with some of the funniest (and at times clever and tragic too) lyrics that'll have you laughing, while wiping away the tears and, thanks to some incredibly cute guitar riffs, dancing about in the cheesiest way imaginable.

Except this music is far from cheesy; it's intelligent, life-affirming stuff. Borrowing from loads of influences, from the aforementioned Wilson (they toured with him recently) to Gram Parsons and even Blondie, what's apparent is that this foursome has a deep appreciation of sixties pop and country, but on top of this they add liberal doses of their own unique sound and incredible talent for song structure.

Hailing from a diverse background, the band comprises of two pairs of siblings, Romeo and Michele Stodart (born and raised in Trinidad, before moving to New York and then London), and Sean and Angela Gannon, who met and teamed up with the Stodarts in London.

Romeo and Angela's voices combine beautifully, hitting the high notes with gobsmacking prettiness, he resembling a slightly less versatile Jonathan Donahue from Mercury Rev, she a more breathy version of The Beautiful South's Briana Corrigan.

In the first half of the album poppy, intricate ballads (layers and layers of strings, shakers, and melodic backing vocals) build up with such energy that each song positively explodes all over the place in gorgeous aural goo that'll have even the most hard-hearted on their hands and knees licking the speakers.

Highlights on this half are 'Long Legs' with its hilariously jiggy riff, and "Love Me Like You", the claps and vocals building up into a chorus so catchy it's ridiculous.

But for all it's humour, the lyrics belie a vulnerability so endearing you'll be wiping the tears from your cheeks, while you try to stop your mouth from curling into the silliest of smiles – the shame of it, to be reminded that, yes, life can still be happy.

Gems include the lines "I only want to find a way to make it hard for you" off 'Love Me Like You', and "I'm a no good, used up, bruised up, f-ked up boy/ Who gets beat up just looking at you" off 'The Mule'.

The upbeat first half will lure you into the second, which slows and darkens, but becomes more confessional and heart-warming too. 'Which Way to Happy' (when Romeo sings "Make time to show me your scars/… I don't want to have to be the one who has to lose you") has strains of the Beach Boys, and on "I See You, I See Me" (a lighter side of Velvet Underground's 'Mirror'), Angela will smash your heart to pieces when she sings "I wanna tell you that I'll never love anyone else".

Like time with a good friend lazing on a soft bed as the sun passes over the both of you like a smile, and like summer, you won't want this album to ever end.

Because at the end of it all (like the lyrics "Don’t give up this fight; I saw you dance tonight"), The Magic Numbers will remind you in your sadder moments that there's still so much to live for.