While acoustic hierarchs like Steve Earle seem to have lost the plot with all-consuming political agendas, Frost's Show Me How The Spectres Dance LP last year collected sensitive souls like a modern indie ark, delivering a host of variegated nuggets distinguished by the unmistakeable soul of a poet, of which She Painted Pictures was a definite highlight.

With a rhythmic fury to match his impassioned delivery, the track evokes the remaining fragments of a blown relationship like a million dancing ghosts, and any dubiousness of a third single release from a long-released album is tempered by two B-sides that sway with his unique, slow-burning romanticism.

Frost is a burgeoning presence in new folk circles, and this is a timely reminder of his considerable charm.

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