MIXING wry observations with humour, passion and accessible melody, Doozer’s street smart acoustica sits somewhere between B-Sydes’ emotional narratives and Gaz Brookfield’s sing-along anthems (and if you don’t know either of those guys you really have some catching up to do) with songs such as Consumers and Bimbling Man even wandering into Beans on Toast lyrical territory.

Bimbling? I thought my mate invented that word during a drinking session in 1984.

The fact that this album only exists because of a Kickstarter campaign at once shows everything that is both wrong and right in the world.

Firstly, it shouldn’t come to that, but while people still think Adele is going to save us with her potty-mouthed, Cockney diva routine I guess that is the way it is going to be. But the fact that it does exist does show how this wonderful grass-roots music network works, how it embraces itself, supports itself, a quiet revolution that turns and aims a one-fingered salute at the ivory towers of man-bunned, red trouser wearing record execs and says, we are going to do this anyway so get used to it.

So if you want to change things start engaging with this scattered collective of wonderful, deluded, driven, creative, mad and brilliant people, go to a gig, buy a CD on the way out, offer them a sofa to crash on, offer them a drink and you never know, maybe the man in the street’s idea of a “solo acoustic guy” might change from Ed Sheeran to someone more honest, like the wonderful Mr McDooze.

Wouldn’t that be something? - Dave Franklin