Let's be honest, the singer songwriter market is beyond saturated with mediocre vocalists who taught themselves how to strum a guitar one lazy afternoon in August of '97. There are herds of bland, James Blunt wannabes who've decided that pop music 'was getting a bit light on clichés' and so took it upon themselves to inject piles of nauseating cack into the mainstream for us all to suffer through in the late 00s.

So, in this respect, Tom Morgan's latest LP doesn't make you want burst your own eardrums. Orange Syringe is a more morose affair than what's come to be expected of the genre and Morgan's lyrics are without doubt the albums greatest accomplishment.

I'll provide the wine is one of the better examples of this; "I owe you for my age / I owe you for my kin / check out the family tree / you'll find a monkey on every limb / somehow we're still evolving."

Sadly though, the lyrics are the only thing that really serves to separate Morgan from the pack and in other respects, Orange Syringe falls behind.

Far too often the music on Orange Syringe is bland and uninteresting as song after song reiterates lazy strumming patterns that are more suited to evenings around a campfire singing along to 'Yellow Submarine'. And often the lead guitar riffs fall some where between ordinary and middle-of-the-road.

But then, perhaps that campfire aesthetic is what Morgan was going for. After all, the album seems influenced largely by classic folk music, and Orange Syringe does seem to be trying to put a modern spin on a traditional genre. If that's the case, it's a valiant, but ultimately lack luster record that may be doomed to fall into obscurity.