The term singer/songwriter to me has become as about as annoying as the term nu-rave, in the words of Frank Turner (one of the best of the lot) I can’t help but think that most of them really are “The musicians who lack the friends to form a band”. Now though you can be any kind of singer/songwriter you want, there’s about 300 sub genre’s you can associate yourself with, folktronica? Nu-country maybe? Or even possibly the newly discovered acoustic powerpop… aaaaaahhh! Just shut up and play the fucking thing and if you can’t then don’t (Get Cape, Wear Cape, Fly clearly isn’t a believer of this ethos). K Anderson kind of sits in the middle of contemporary and mainstream sound, not really anything new but then again not really anything offensive.

I don’t really like the simplicity of some acoustic tracks, your probably never going to get a better example of less is more than with the late great Elliott Smith but sadly people who try to emulate this end up sounding a bit old hat. K Anderson is a bit guilty of this in places, songwriting wise the tracks on ‘The Foxes EP’ are all pretty standard, not much thought outside the box but it’s still pretty listenable, kind of like Norah Jones at your Gran’s house but without the tea and biscuits. The affected vocals and croaky delivery may be used as a tool to further emphasise the obvious personal nature of his lyrics on tracks like ‘Same Kind Of Grim’ and ‘It’s Not Going Anywhere’ but they end up making him sound like a bad Bob Dylan imitator who’s been listening to too much Death Cab For Cutie and Jonah Matranga. Unnerving opener ‘High Horse’ has got to be some of the worst lyrical content I’ve heard in a long time, choice gems such as “Watching the clouds take over from the sun, and I have my hoodie on and I’m now I’m taking it back off again” are more than enough to keep you giggling throughout this pretty confused sounding track.

There’s not really much else to say about “The Foxes EP” other than it doesn’t disappoint or impress, it sits annoyingly on that overcrowded backstreet we call the middle of the road, I don’t think this guy will be reaching the heights of his more successful contemporaries with material like this but I’m sure he’s a local fave In his hometown. I might be wrong though in assuming this, maybe this time next year he’ll be the biggest thing since the electric kettle, but maybe not.