Glasgow-based Midnight Lion are another example of the current calibre of the Scottish music scene. Like so many of their contemporaries they create dramatic pop songs that at their core house delicate, near folk, sensibilities, songs that sound amazing with all the production, but would be just as beautiful and moving played on an acoustic guitar.

Perhaps, because, like a large swath of the under-30 population at this time of year, I'm currently residing in the depths of revision-hell, songs that feel like an aural 'don't worry; everything will be fine' are top of my playlist. 'Plastic' is one of these, a slowly building piano-based ballad about returning to your childhood home. It's endlessly patient, repeating the deep piano refrain, with Stewart's vocals wrapping themselves languorously around every elongated vowel, while ever, ever so slowly Lewis adds his electronic touches around the sides. The drop, when it arrives over three minutes in, is goose-bump raising and intensely satisfying, like a deep exhale.

"It's good to be home, stood barefoot in my own little portion of the river..." Heading back to Scotland after exams, this is one I'm saving for my first few steps off the train...