There are two things that save this track from falling into typical introspective folk fodder – the high spun harmony of Emmy the Great on backing vocals and the trip and cut of the music three-quarters of the way through the track.

Trumpets and lush instrumentation are employed without over-sentimentalising the song but, in parts, the drum line is just too reminiscent of Oasis’s ‘Live Forever’. Warmsley may be another great white hope, but lyrically there are no great surprises from his notebook of musing. His lackadaisical vocal delivery is reminiscent of a young Graham Coxon, too.

With a debut album due out in early October, there’s still plenty of potential evident here. But this isn’t the grand opening I’d expected.