With each release, Josh Rouse fits different sounds and styles into his nuanced, perfectly observed narratives. Here, our generation's finest songwriter finds his inner beach bum and mixes in sun-dappled bossa nova with the kind of catchy but introspective folk-rock that used to top the charts but now gets people tagged as "indie." Spain and new love (that's his girlfriend duetting with him on "The Man Who...") seem to have been good to him: Subtitulo glows with positive vibes.