Back in the saddle after an extended break, the underground indie hero behind MHS strides confidently back into town with some more unassuming gems.

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Colin MacIntyre dusts off his old moniker for the first time in eight years for this ode to the urban metropolis – New York, London and Glasgow have all been wombs for his fertile ideas. The results are largely bright, disarming shots of indie-pop with universal charms.

Songs like opener Must You Make Eyes At Me Now may feel effortless and slightly twee, but are well-crafted and poignantly observed enough to avoid the implied naffness.

Optimism and wonder flood through MacIntyre’s cortex into his songs; from the lush For Bas, The Hague to the breezy brass of Must You Get Low, this is a man reinvigorated.

Their counterpoints, the pensive Fold Out City and lilting Thames Link (London’s Burning) are equally beautiful. A quietly great record.

4 stars

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