You see a guy in his late fifties with a beard, he's wearing a polo neck and a tweed sport's jacket - you mistake him for your old geography teacher or a trendy priest you once saw preach about digging Jesus. Come on, you see a geezer like that and you dismiss the poor sod, wonder what time his mother wants him home. But, but, but - that man might well be Dave Godin, the Deep Soul prophet, who has compiled three albums of soulful bliss. For an anorak, Mr Godin is the most righteous of the breed, gathering together the deepest, effective soul recorded. Stretching from the dawn of the sub-genre (Deep Soul is rich with emotion, tragedy and elation combine, voices roar and soar - it's closer to its gospel roots than... well, shallow soul) to the revisitations in the earliest nineteen eighties, not that it's easy to discern early from late. This is music like walking in the rain, it drenches and refreshes you. You'll recognise only a few of the artists, the rest are buried in the vaults - Godin is an archaeologist, unearthing the telling bones of some powerful singers and tunes. So, please, for your own sake's, take this grey bearded geek by the hand and walk with him, let the rain fall, get wet, love him, he's worth it - he has gifted you these Deep Soul Treasures - and that's some giving.