What sets Dawson apart from many contemporary folk singers is quite how remarkably and consistently he manages to pull this CD off. The songs are imbued with something as much about Eldon Garden shopping centre, or the maudlin austerity of a BHS café, as the usual folk clichés of overcast gallows hills and civil war battle sites. There is something in his intensity, and his familiarity that enables Dawson to render all this in a common, but inventive form.