So I’d plug in those ubiquitous white headphones on my way back to the train station and put that album on, knowing it was the perfect soundtrack to that time between last drinks and the last train.

It’s a harsh album on first listen, a tired beast borne of carnival touts and bitter polka bands.

The music was – is – unique to my ears, a symphony of history and ancient instruments. The melodies are simple, at first, until you realise he’s playing three different melodies on two instruments, with his raw charcoal voice on another melodic journey.