Frank Turner has followed a unique trajectory, from the playing fields of Eton via hardcore punk with Million Dead to political arena-filling indie-folk. However, while his libertarian worldview has become controversial and his 2006 song Thatcher Fucked the Kids topical, his fifth album finds him taking a more personal sidestep, with songs about romantic disasters, mortality, lonely days and crazy nights. The bar is set by opener Recovery, a post-break-up, going-on-a-bender guitar/piano basher replete with hurtling wordplay ("I've been dipping in my darkness for serotonin boosters, cider and some kind of smelling salts"). Elsewhere, the tempo settles among Johnny Marr-ish riffs, hints of his friend Billy Bragg's more intimate tunes, eyebrow-raising confessionals ("dark reminds me of dying") and laugh-out-loud humour. Social commentary rears its head in the lovely God and Gone's assail on American culture ("Fuck you, Mötley Crüe!"), but while this is a more philosophical, even tender Turner than we're used to, everything is crafted with his usual love and care, and delivered with fire and conviction.