Writing clever and catchy love songs that bear up to repeated listening has never been easy, but Terry Radigan seems to pull it off with relative abandon. Even better, she sings with a sometimes sultry, sometimes coy approach that has both the dark, emotive qualities of k.d. lang with the wistful vulnerability popular among today’s young chanteuses. But best of all, she applies a densely textured, studio-heavy production to every composition that is homegrown sculpted, rhymically irresistible and has its own identity. “I want the sound of this album to come in and really wash over the listener,” Radigan says, recalling the Owen Bradley settings for Patsy Cline and Brenda Lee. “I’d love people to notice that just as much as the songs.” No question they will. But the songs are impressive, too, relying on a kind of profound simplicity Cole Porter might appreciate. From the inarguable insight of “Everything Starts Out Small” to the happy/scared exuberance of “(No Telling What I’ll Do) When I Get Around You,” this is intelligent pop music that doesn’t flinch from emotion or ambiguity, illuminating both with scratchy, vaporized guitar lines and percolating, shortcut backbeats. Terry Radigan’s music is a rare combination of influences, appealing to both mind and body, and amounting to nothing short of an unexpected pop-music triumph.