I saw this guy supporting Lucinda Williams at The Barrowlands in Glasgow last year.
I thought he sucked.
Acoustic Guitar, no band, huge venue, privileged son of Richard and Linda Thomson.
No chance mate.
Then he brought out this.
A middlebrow, tuneful box of magic. It’s fun, it’s bleak at points (but only if you consider suicide bleak). It rock and rolls, but it’s pop.
Get off ya ass and buy it.