But Tickets Now: Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly, QMU, Glasgow, 21 Jan

Music journalists love coining new genres, and the arrival of Sam Duckworth has spawned yet another ludicrous buzz-term: 'emo-folk'. Whatever that's supposed to mean (angst + acoustic guitar, presumably). It's fair to say that Duckworth, AKA Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly, amounts to considerably more than a lazily-dreamt-up soundbite. In an industry where success seems an ever cheaper commodity, Duckworth is at least one performer who deserves the platform his debut album Chronicles of a Bohemian Teenager has given him. At the age when most of his peers were coyly skulking around university open days and filling in their UCAS forms, Sam was hitting the road in true Huck Finn fashion – if Twain's hero was ever a singer-songwriter with laptop and guitar who got pissed with fans after gigs, that is.

Our young protagonist's self-funded trekking was not in vain. Atlantic Records liked his intelligent lyricism and intricate folktronica enough to seek his signature and whisk him off to Texas to ply his wares at SXSW. So far, so pretty-damn-good, though it's unlikely that Duckworth will succumb to the vanities of success. With his idealist, left-wing perspective and commitment to righting the world's wrongs, he has drawn predictable comparisons to Billy Bragg, not least because they're both Essex boys. If it all sounds a tad student-soapbox for you, rest assured that Get Cape shows aren't chin-stroking occasions but impassioned dissections of British life, filled out with drums, brass and strings. Stick around long enough and you might even get to buy him a pint.