You could call Keith John Adams a troubadour for these times, if that didn't make him sound absolutely ghastly. Former singer of the much-missed-by-a-chosen-few Zuno Men, this latest solo release is filled with effortless songs that you feel pour from Keith's guitar like sand from an escapee's trousers. His voice on the poppier songs has that London suburban twang that suggests he's a bit of a lovable rogue without being some kind of mockney horror story. While on a quieter moment such as "In Love" it has that palms-outward honesty that you can't help falling for. He also manages to make whistling seem cool. And his tunes flit between frantic guitar "chuggers", delicate almost baroque finger-picking, shambling marching band pop, and exubrant piano knees-ups. No one else could get away with declaring themselves a sex pest and leave you smiling. More.