SOMEBODY somewhere must have decided that Portugal. The Man ought to start bringing home the bacon. What else to surmise when a hit-maestro like Danger Mouse arrives behind the production desk and there are suddenly sugar-coated choruses in every direction? Such is life on a major label when the second album comes due, one imagines. Danger Mouse certainly seems to have brought an extra sharpness to the Alaska-via-Oregon five-piece, even if their Todd-Rundgren-meets-Mercury-Rev-meets-The-White-Album sound was relatively appealing in its former incarnation. Clever little flourishes and changes of pace undoubtedly add to proceedings, but tracks like Creep In A T-Shirt, Modern Jesus, Atomic Man and Purple Yellow Red And Blue are laden with refrains so calculatedly radio-friendly that their sonic knickers are practically around their ankles from the get-go. Whether this will shift units when the difficult band name remains and there is a representation of El Diablo on the record sleeve is anyone's guess, but heavy rotation in Fat Face seems foreseeable.