Daniels’ pained and painful voice weaves stories which ebb and flow with a definite direction, but without plot. I found myself being lulled into its comfortable and easy vibe, so much so that I would be daydreaming, realise I had missed about four tracks, and have to rewind.

I like its slipperiness and sloppiness. I like the raw, self-recorded production and the vocals being slightly too high in the mix at times. I like the fact that it sounds like he’s playing these songs in his bedroom for an audience of me. I like his disinclined yet sharp guitar style, it really is quite moving and beautiful. I like that his voice is equal parts unsure and confident. It sounds human.

The standout track is, without a doubt, 'That Knot Unties?', a wistful, sorrowful yet driven paean. Towards the end the album loses it a little, with a modern interpretation of The Lord’s Prayer: this will not be to everyone’s tastes, but it’s clearly personal to Daniels, so whatever.

Musicality, poetic ability, percentage analysis, yes, I think they are important, but not in this case. I don’t think this album is above and beyond these concepts, I just think it doesn’t need it. It is complete in its own ragged and tousled glow. Makes me wish I had met this guy when I lived in North Carolina.

Every time I listen to this album (and I have absolutely no idea why, because it’s totally unrelated) I think of the last line of The Great Gatsby:

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

Have a listen and you might see what I mean...