Since ‘Galaxie 500’, Dean Wareham has released many records via outfits such as Luna and with his wife Britta, as Dean and Britta, but this, a full 27 years after he first release an album professionally, marks his first fully solo venture. There is some characteristically glossy, silken and floaty production by My Morning Jacket’s Jim James and Wareham’s voice still quivers with a unique, fragile beauty – on album highlights (such as ‘Heartless People’) it can be wrenchingly affecting – “Somebody tell me, which way the power lies,” Wareham pleads over the country track that gently waltzes and wanes to brushed drum skins and weeping guitar strings.

A propensity to curl-off Velvets-esque guitar swirls is still something Wareham can do with both ease and conviction, but he largely restrains throughout most of this record, and while there are some more explosive and inflammatory moments, it’s ultimately a sparse, restrained and minimal record, but one that understands the weight and power just a guitar and voice placed in the hands of Dean Wareham can hold.