This is a grown-up album, or rather an album about "growing up". Not a nostalgic trip through childhood but one man's journey out of the black hole of drink and drugs and into the arms of his significant other. Fatherhood, former-recklessness (a word that crops up again and again) and battling the aforementioned demons are themes that run through the songs, creating a narrative across the album that begins with a mumbled hangover and ends in, if not salvation, at least the hope that it might be possible. Matty Chipchase and the boys have crafted an unusual but highly cohesive set of songs over a period of a few years and the patience and attention to detail has paid off. The emotions are written in fairly broad brush strokes and the music sits neatly between folk and, dare I say it, stadium rock (my wife actually thought it was Springsteen when played quietly in the car - answer - play it loud!). The lead single Lash of the Whip is not entirely indicative of the sound and there are a fair few slower, late-night confessional songs in there albeit performed with a great deal of soul and honesty. In short - It's an album from a "Lad" to his "Lass" but it's filled with warnings to the hedonistic of things to come and that their reckless days may be numbered. It beautifully sums up what most young men think and feel as their twenties draw to a close and there is no room in the house for two people crawling around on the floor.