Robin Adams – Be Gone

Cast in the mould of the quintessential under-the-radar artist, the media-shy Robin Adams may struggle with self-promotion; however with two albums simultaneously released this month, he has some attention coming his way, like it or not. Of the two, Be Gone, holds closer to Adams' perceived persona, bringing an intimate collection of tracks to the fore, with little more than an acoustic-strewn backing and his rich and resonant Scottish brogue to carry it.

There’s little else required, however, as opener Investment Graveyard proves; finding Adams employing such garrulous lyrics as "Fuck you, fuck your money, fuck your worthless, spineless views," against a rich canvas of timelessly toned Scottish folk, gently tipping the genre on its head; with the equally beguiling, whispered closer Dead Bird by a Stone bookending Adams' offering. Simply put, on Adams' own terms, Be Gone exposes the introvert artist, stripped bare, subtly stunning his audience. [Paul Neeson]