So long as friendship matters, love hurts, and sensitive men learn to play guitar there will always be bands like Winterlong. Following the well worn path of all before them, from Haven to The Smiths, the four tracks here present jangly guitar anthems dissecting the highs and lows of everyday life experience. Everything is well crafted with a paternal affection, ensuring that the snare was recorded just right and there was exactly the right amount of delay on the guitar line. The male vocals are a classic blend of understated power and precarious fragility. Ultimately it's not all that original but when has the campaign for real music ever been?