Folk is back. Ben Wheatley and Richard Dawson - amid a resurgence of nature writing and poetry - are accelerating into the zeitgeist with their unsettling ideas and surrealist imagery, so mystical and unfathomably, inexplicably powerful. Folk in its latency taps into the eerie unknown; but it also taps into the primal delicacy of our relationship with the world around us, whether natural or manmade. That's why Henry Jamison's music feels so welcome. It's a poignant observation of the minutiae of being.

With ancestry linked back to the Medieval poet John Gower - and with ready-made comparisons to Big Thief, Iron & Wine, and Bill Callahan - I was caught off guard on first listen to his new single 'Sunlit Juice' by its singularity, by both its literariness and its modernity, as if Keats was displaced to 2017 Vermont. It's his voice which lasts for me; so gentle yet unsparing, it's steeply emotive.

Henry Jamison's new album is out October 27th on Akira Records, and he plays Bethnal Green Working Men's Club in London on October 5th.