Concocting an Asian update on ’90s Britpop that often eclipses the catchiness of their original sources, this Tokyo duo offers further proof that the right variation on proven Beatles and Stones riffs can leap over any language barrier. Singer Kumi brays in deadpan Japanese, saturated with enough seemingly random English slang to ensure that the hooks stick without ever revealing any linear logic — that’s the “psychedelico” part. The “love” is in the exactitude of the arrangements: Each precision-engineered riff and filigree fits precisely in the necessary spots. No fat, no filler, all fun.
