There's a wide-eyed sense of little-kid amazement rippling through every track on Tower Of Love, the first full-length release by Mancunian bedroom-pop savant Jim Noir. It's not just singsong refrains like "If you don't give my football back / I'm gonna get my dad on you," or meta-platonic odes to his computer that lend Noir's songs this faux naïf air; it's also gentle arrangements and pillowy production. Those qualities make the album sound kinda like what it felt like to listen to the kaleidoscopic orch-pop of the Beach Boys when you were a kid hiding under the dining room table. Without the soft synth cumulae, multi-tracked vocals, textured tambourine shimmers and bucolic electronic pop bits, Noir's singing and writing are reminiscent of a chipper (and slightly spacey) Nick Drake. But the added effects raise Tower Of Love above the level of your average singer/songwriter disc. A mood-altering drug for pop fiends.