HIS songs tell tall tales of trying to locate a pair of shoes, Charles Manson, Victorian gin and missing lost opportunities. One song, the fraggled Bats Over Barstow attempts to condense Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas into three minutes.

Handsome guitar melodies trace their way between Greenwood's compellingly earthy voice and dusty moods that manage to channel American greats like Dylan, Guthrie and Arthur Lee as readily as the earnest Brit-folk of Ewan MacColl, Bert Jansch et al. But it's in the spirits of lost boy pin ups Gram Parsons and Nick Drake that Greenwood's heart lies, although the full fat dramas such as the ones told on Any Given Day and the album closer Penny Dreadful are proof positive the boy has a well-developed voice of his own.