Draw, hailing scarily from Fife (no, their lead singer is not called Fran), are one of a seemingly limitless batch of fine, serious, young and melodically blessed guitar bands around just now. Their fairytale story includes having a former boss set up a record label just for them and being able to faff about in an attic.
They look the part of the indie heroes, complete with a Scottish-Chinese girlie bassist adding visual variety to an otherwise standard white male line-up. But with inoffensive songs, the sort of fare that goes in one ear and out of the other, Draw are setting themselves up for the sort of honours already achieved by a certain other band from Fife. Brent Proctor and Dave O'Neill's songwriting is at least taut.
And, to be fair, when Travis first turned up, they played average music in average places and then one day just struck a chord at the right time. Don't bet against Draw's long-term success then, for many stranger things have happened.