Indie music is akin to the instant lottery.
Most of the time you happen across music of a hopeful musician which is like three out of four cherries. What we have here is a pretty good album mixed in with some really bad marketing the pre-MP3 days of Napster. You've got to love that ever so Scottish accent that comes blurting out on a very select bunch of syllables, adding to the feel, sound and soul of the songs. Sometimes the nicest news in music comes from the roughest places. Sure, you know Downtown Train ain't no Rod Stewart tune.