For those who don't know who, what, why and when Gravenhurst is; it's the musical vehicle driven by Bristol's Nick Talbot. Under the Gravenhurst moniker, he's produced some of the finest lo-fi-shoegaze-folk music of the last decade… The Ghost In Daylight is no different. It's a wonderfully forlorn mix of intricate folk guitar, ambient fuzz and at times an OK Computer essence of grandiose.

Opening track 'Carcadian' is an instrumental haze of folky guitar intertwined with blotches of fuzz, which provides the perfect introduction before the album's standout moment. 'The Prize' lures you willfully along with its beautiful brit-pop melodies to a rather epic crescendo of strings, fuzz, drum fills and generally all things good. It's a masterfully crafted six minutes of music. By this point your attention has been fully apprehended. Although short is one thing that this album most definitely isn't.

Four songs exceed the six-minute mark, two of which are spread over eight. However what Talbot has done is structure them in such a way that at no point do you feel they're dragging on. The two eight-minute tracks, 'Fitzrovia' and 'Islands' are brooding and bleak, conjuring a somehow enchanting sense of loneliness. 'Fitzrovia' epitomizes less is more. Its worth truly comes in its emptiness, emitting an almost otherworldliness. Fancy adjectives aside, this is song-craft of the highest order. The Ghost In Daylight presents the mellowest collection of songs in the Gravenhurt catalogue. Yet you don't find yourself missing the fuzzed out, faster-tempo moments of previous albums.

In the latter stages of the album, tracks 'Peacock' and 'The Ghost Of Saint Paul' lack the atmospheric intensity that makes the rest of the album so engaging. However, the melancholy folk of album closer 'Three Fires' brings peculiar warmth that rounds the album off agreeably; its foreboding lullaby of a refrain leading you off in a daze- 'All is quiet through the house sound asleep now. All is quiet, turn the key, burn the house down.'

What Nick Talbot has served up here is, on the whole, a majestic portion of atmosphere drenched folk. The kind of portion that you can really sit down and sink your teeth into. This isn't for the iPod shuffle owners of the world. This is for the patient and observant. And for displaying said qualities, you'll be richly rewarded for each listen. It's arguably Gravenhurst's finest album to date, and one that absorbs you. You should welcome this absorption with open arms.