Romance is often vocalised through music, but saccharine sweet is not always the prerogative; Jenny Lewis and Johnny Rice sing about bludgeoning one another in their sleep, Ike and Tina really did. Arcade Fire ignore all connotations and Jack and Meg White hid them. No matter what musicians do to make their personal lives and professional careers work in parallel, the break-up of two founding members always calls into question the existence of a band. Fleetwood Mac persevered; Abba didn’t.

So when Ivan Howard and Kelly Crisp, the couple behind The Rosebuds divorced after nine years of marriage, it wasn’t just their mortgage plan that bore the brunt of their split. Fans of the Raleigh, NC project had come to love the output for its hand on heart, doe-eyed approach. Debut The Rosebuds Make Out whispered, ‘I love you’ into one ear and wrapped its mittens around the other. Its possessive, twee nature was pinnacle to the sound the band channelled for the next seven years. Without a romantic tie, The Rosebuds threatened to make manure of their pretty little flower bed.

Thankfully Loud Planes Fly Low pulls strength from the same pot Rumours plundered back in 1977. This album is deliciously extroverted. From the lush, naive optimism of opener ‘Go Ahead’ to the imploring sneer of ‘Come Visit Me’, Howard and Crisp prove there’s life beyond a legal settlement.

There are moments where the duo appear lost – confounded by the departure of physical contact and downtrodden by a lack of direction. ‘Without a Focus’ is the most literal example of the demise of their favourite subject matter, laced as it is with disappointment and rejection. Yet while Loud Planes Fly Low is unquestionably set to a slower pace than previous material, the self-pity reigns are pulled back to incorporate a satisfying ounce of resolution on songs like ‘Waiting for You’ and ‘Woods’.

Ultimately The Rosebuds’ maturity redeems Loud Planes Fly Low, and their ability to write killer pop tunes consoles their existing fan base. This album is graced with aptitude, experience and sensibility, bound up by rejection, loss and survival. It’s a neat compromise for everyone who thinks love lasts forever and a superior dedication to The Rosebuds’ future.