“I wrote a song for thee,” frontman James Edward Bagshaw offers on this U.K. band’s debut. As his archaic address implies, Temples play mid-Sixties psych rock at its most archly transporting. Every swirling fuzz tone, cathedral-organ bleat and Harrisonian Rickenbacker run is perfectly placed. There are also shambling echoes of Britain’s Nineties “baggydelic” scene. What’s lacking are the fun and wit of a great Summer of Love 45. When Bagshaw sings, “Past life brings the future when the future disappears/Conscience of a kingdom left the king to reappear,” on “A Question Isn’t Answered,” a seething track gets drowned in acidhead fortune-cookie goop.