Three strings, a guitar, and the truth - that's the essential message of this deliberately down-at-heel offering from East Anglia's very own littlest hobo.

When Steve lets rip on tracks like 'Thunderbird' - his ode to that most rock'n'roll of wine - and the effortlessly funky St Louis Slim - where the protagonist manages to lose a leg in the first line - you can hear his visceral, unvarnished power. While on 'Just Like a King' guest turns in a poised performance - alternately brooding and lascivious.