Richard Ashcroft will never be the man he thinks he is. Hilariously, he recently compared himself to Jesus, oblivious to the fact that he can barely hold a tune, let alone mend the limbs of the infirm, these days. His third solo set, though, is his finest thus far: a billowing, bluesy synthesis of introspective rock and the ex-Verve frontman's parched delivery. Nothing too radical, in other words, although that's not a problem when the tunes prove as alluring as the lugubrious 'Sweet Brother Malcolm', which almost justifies Ashcroft's huge ego.