He’s topped the charts across the Channel, but for Cornwall-born folkster Charlie Winston, stardom at home remains elusive. Perhaps his problem is the same as that which haunts his album, Hobo. Flashes of brilliance, but overall very dull.

Winston is at his best when at his most derivative. The Nina Simone-esque bridge on ‘In Your Hands’ is the highlight of the record, and Ben Edwards’ blues-infused harmonica line on ‘Like a Hobo’ gives the single the rootsy edge it needs, whilst collaborative vocal lines on ‘Soundtrack to Love’ make for a gorgeously sentimental ending. Sadly, rather than defining the collection, these moments are happy blips in a boring hour, with simplistic production and endless repetition of clichéd chorus after clichéd chorus. Winston has a versatile voice with potential, and I’m desperate for him to belt out a heart-wrenching verse in a moment of passion, but it never happens. Perfectly charming and easy to listen to, but nothing much of any substance, and too dainty for its own good.