The modern one man band tends to tread one of two roads. The first is hunched over an acoustic guitar, forever edging their bad posture and hammed sincerity a little closer to synchronicity with flaky middle aged men, who gently nod along during the school run. The second beats off the docs in white coats with home made instruments, glued together with wine gums, circling the asylum out of time as they mumble their break down to break beats.

This is why Tom Vek has been allowed out of his bedroom and into the mainstream. He can be embraced by the common man, beardies and fashonistas alike. His songs are full of invention but with enough sanity to put them into production with clear headed choruses and well spaced melodies. The ever present bass of C C (You Set The Fire In Me) strides through a landscape of sharp, parading drums and sparse lyrics. There is something distinctly city bound about this with the machine like organ in the verse almost commuting along to his cold vocal proclamations.

Yet, like any worthy metropolis, it is driven by a throbbing heart. Whoever or whatever C C is, this is sure to heat things up. Vek is clearly an architect of the modern song who builds as many bridges as he burns down.