Laid back and wry, a record as scaled back as this needs a pretty strong voice to carry it along and KC's is blessed with just enough McCartney-esque syrup to do the job; when on opener 'Not One Bit Ashamed' he croons 'I gave you half my heart, you gave a half-hearted shrug', even cynical observers may find it brings about enough lump-in-throatage to leave them feeling like a wuss. If there is a theme to this album it's dissatisfaction and he vocalises it more lucidly than most. As you would expect from a musician so studiously devoid of pretension there is a healthy dose of realism too; 'Boot Prints' is a witty delve beneath the romance of seduction with its tales of bathroom flossing, and benefits from being the jauntiest thing here.

Despite this, the slow pace of the album may be too much for some; 'I'll Fly by the Seat of my Pants', perhaps knowingly, does anything but and there is a definite lull in momentum towards the middle. Still, while young types may initially disdain some of these songs as the stuff of Mojo coverdiscs, the velvety melodies may still have them reaching for it during their 2am comedowns. It's not a record that will change your life but in the more reflective moments of closers '678' and 'Marguerita Red' you may find that, at times, it complements it perfectly.