For every sibling band forged in rivalry, many others mount an unassailable genetic argument for keeping the music in the family. The latter is assuredly the case with Penelope Isles, a brother-sister-centred alt-rock quartet from Brighton (via Isle of Man/Devon) whose debut album, Until the Tide Creeps In, is released through Bella Union this summer. Formed around the chemistry between dual songwriters Jack and Lily Wolter, the quartets expansive DIY mix of translucent dream-pop, fuzz-rock guitars and indie-psych flushes comes lovingly dipped in exquisite harmonies and lustrous melodies: a combination so intuitive, youd think it was in their blood.

Crisp and woozy, blissful and biting, its an album deepened by shared experience: experiences of, in Jacks words, leaving home, moving away, dealing with transitions in life and growing up. We are six years apart, so we had a different experience of some of this, but we share a similar inspiration when writing music. Family, leaving home, disconnection and connection all ring bells!

Such themes run deep on album opener Chlorine, a buoyant but biting tale of what Jack calls a heart-breaking family divide. Between its beatific surface calm and emotional rip-tides, choppy guitars and sailing harmonies, its an immersive invitation to the Isles pool party: the first of several on an album that creates its own world and navigates it fluently, tugging you in further with every current.

That fluency takes the form of a wicked way with melody on Round, a snappy riff on romantic compulsion with an undertow of whammy-bar cool. Not Talking resembles the result of a dip in Perths indie-psych waters, there to bond with early Tame Impala; meanwhile, coastal metaphors and indie-rock romanticism merge to lush, lilting effect on the Lily-penned Underwater Record Store.

The sea shows its darker side in Three, where Jack recounts a tale of someone lost in the rips of the ocean floor. Elsewhere, the bands command of their dynamic tides propels the thrilling seven minutes of Gnarbone and the winding, nagging melody of Leipzig, where Lily issues another invitation to her coastline dreamscape: Come on in and dream with me I’m having a good time. With the sardonic swagger of Jacks Cut Your Hair (not the Pavement song, though shared values show) and impressionist lullaby of Lilys Through the Garden striking high-contrast end-notes, Until the Tide Comes In departs leaving a distinct impression in its wake: that of a band in full control of their dual-stranded DNA.

As Jack puts it, nice and succinctly, It’s cool to have two songwriters in the band because I love her songs so much! Born in Devon and raised on the Isle of Man, the Wolters bonds were strengthened by separation when Jack moved away to study art at university at 19. As he puts it, wryly, By the time I moved home Lily was not so much of an annoying younger sister anymore and had grown up and started playing in bands and writing songs. We soon became very close. I had written some songs, so we started a band called Your Gold Teeth. We toured a bit and then Lily left for Brighton to study songwriting. A couple of years later I moved down and we started Penelope Isles together.

The quartet is completed by Jack Sowton and Becky Redford, who studied music and played in a three-piece with Lily in Brighton. When Lily came home for holidays, the idea of forming a new band rapidly developed. Though Jack and Lily write separately, their disparate songs were chucked into a shared pot and Penelope Isles surfaced, fuelled by a passion for DIY alt-rock and all those who sail its seas: Pavement, Deerhunter, Pixies and Tame Impala number among notable influences, alongside Radiohead and The Thrills.

Produced by Jack, the album was co-mixed by Iggy B (whose credits include The Duke Spirit, John Grant, Spiritualized and Lost Horizons) in Londons Bella Studios with a homegrown aesthetic and live clarity as guiding principles. The Line of Best Fit, DIY and Steve Lamacq (who hosted a recent Isles gig at SXSW for BBC6 Music) have all championed Isles bracing live form, where Gnarbone has emerged as a show-stopper. I wrote that song in a tiny cupboard room when I lived in Cornwall, says Jack, and it’s funny to think how it’s grown into such a beast. From close-knit family ties to world stages, Penelope Isles growth curve is fast becoming a surge.