I guess it's unsurprising that that a psychedelic-rock band like Boogarins should come out of Brazil. I guess it's also quite unsurprising that a Brazilian psychedelic-rock band like Boogarins sometimes sound a bit like Tame Impala. So what can a Brazilian psychedelic-rock band who sound like Tame Impala offer in the way of surprises? Well, for a debut album recorded by teenagers on borrowed equipment in their parents' basement, it's a surprisingly rounded and accomplished LP whilst still retaining the joyful experimental forays of a restless youth movement.

As Plantas Que Curam has the distinctive swirling sounds of psychedelia, the bleary, pink-eyed attitude of stoned slackers, the lo-fi spirit of bands unfazed by gloss and pop, yet there is an urgency about the way the album unfurls. Certain passages of certain songs may be elongated and simplistically sectioned, but overall the album never falls into freak-out 10 minute guitar solo territory. Boogarins are more garage-pop than psych-rock, albeit in a breezier, free and easy mind-set.

Beginning with 'Lucifernandis', phased guitars, exotic vocals and trippy melodies chop and change, shift in tempo before finally spiralling into a dizzying outro of vocals cries, cymbals and repetitive guitar lines. All in all, it's a nicely constructed pop song with purple shades on. You will find all the appropriate hallmarks of psychedelia in the first half of the album: the trembling, trebly guitars of 'Erre'; the fuzzed out semi-improv guitar solos of 'Infinu'; the splashy percussion and lackadaisical vocal delivery of 'Hoje Apprendi de Verdad'. But As Plantas Que Curam does manage to spring a few of those all important surprises.

The playground whistle outro of 'Despreocupar' reveals the sunshine side of Boogarins as well as a sense of unabashed playfulness, whilst 'Doce' sounds like a classic-rock tune relayed through broken laptop speakers. It is clear that As Plantas Que Curam was written and recorded with huge smiles on faces. Album closer 'Paul' is supposedly a homage to Mr McCartney, which seems fitting enough considering that it might as well feature on a Portuguese reimagining of Revolver. They even throw in some reverse recorded cymbals at the end just to make sure that you're aware that they love the Beatles.

Let's face it, a bunch of teenagers recording songs in the garages of their parents isn't exactly groundbreaking, but what is distinctly impressive about this particular effort, is the clear nous for song writing. Boogarins hardly reinvent the wheel when it comes to garage-pop or psych-rock or whatever hyphenated-phrase you wish to label it, but they approach their music with undeniable craft and well measured thought. Should they continue to hone this craft, and continue to experiment with structures and sounds, Boogarins could be the most exciting export out of Brazil since Neymar.