Fife folkster Kenny Anderson - King Creosote - is heading further into interchangeable singer-songwriter territory.

This pleasant ditty could easily get lost in a crowd of such decent fellows.

Anderson does have a faultlessly fragile falsetto, and the song is well structured, classy stuff - we aren't talking James Blunt depths of dreariness - but chances are you'll forget it in the time it takes to make a cup of tea.