Sensitive, synth-nurturing young men of a delicate timbre were all over music a couple of years ago, and this saturation makes Daniel Woolhouse, aka Deptford Goth, a difficult sell: the music is dreamy, he's pensive, and he sings as if he's mortified at the thought of being overheard. Yet Life After Defo is a spectral beauty. Some of the wispier tracks – Bronze Age, Deepest – are too apologetic, and it's at its best when it's lean, rather than sparse. Union circles around a stuttering beat that springs to life with more than a hint of bombastic 80s pop, which makes its restraint elsewhere all the more elegant, while Guts No Glory has a touch of the xx's reverberant charm. This is a lovely, gentle record; with some of those tentative edges smoothed away, Woolhouse could be a keeper.