The words Drawn, Badly and Boy have been freely bandied around in the company of this Mancunian folk troubadour more than once. But he really lacks the defining qualities that Mr Gough hitched a dim, trailblazing ride into the mainstream on, and is all the better for it. In fact strip all of that clutter away and you’re left with an acoustic guitar. Which isn’t all that much of a similarity, really. You might as well compare him to that cunt from Staind. Stephen Fretwell and his band (who all get democratically name-checked on the cover, only in much smaller type) skip a more faithfully traditional line somewhere amongst Dylan, (Conor) Oberst and (Damien) Rice. Albeit without the innovation. Call him Evan Dando with dirt on his hands and tar on his tonsils if you must, but don’t tarnish him with Damon’s straggly brush head. He could do without that. This is all rolling drums, snug fire-hearth guitar and satisfying warm rhyming couplets. They’re spiritual siblings to other local boys I Am Kloot. Hardly the type of thing to turn your world upside down, but perfect for keeping the winter at bay.