Bellissimo, from Ilya's upcoming LP, begins with space and languidity, simple picked guitar chords, with smoky voice intriguing the listener. The song ambles along romantically, taking the listener down to the Seine and into the smoky bars of Paris. The chorus, however, grates with its simplistic repeats of "Bellissimo Mon Amour", and the vocals have been treated either too much or not enough - the result is dull. The hinted-at melodic progressions through keys don't materialise and although there is vague sense of relaxation, it feels lazy, not innovative. The middle eight break of Davis-like trumpets is an enjoyable surprise, but as it morphs into an orchestrated whoosh, interest is again lost.

Cinematic and affectedly stylish it is, but it could be more. It could great and it simply is not.