Glasvegas, a Scottish four-piece with ale-thick accents and midnight-black sunglasses, has been described as a one-band British invasion. The group is fronted by lead singer James Allan, who resembles a Clash-era Joe Strummer and sings with more than a hint of Elvis Costello’s throaty croon. Glasvegas takes arena-sized pop songs about crappy dads and thorny love through a bath of fuzzy guitar squalls (think Jesus and Mary Chain) and amps up warm nostalgia with the ooo-ooohs and woah-woahs of ’60s girl groups. These Scots aren’t making innovative music as much as they’re giving your inner romantic a new set of heroes. If you let them, these Glasvegians will turn your wee heart into sloppy pudding.