Words by special guest Joe Sparrow
When I first discovered Kiran Leonard, I was so disturbed by his youth and mercurial talent (OK, fine - just his youth) that I almost forgot to tell everyone what a fabulous talent he is.
Yes, fine - the songs he wrote aged 14 ('Dear Lincoln') are better than those most written at twice the age, but such youthful achievements are already old hat. Once one good song is composed, age is forgotten and the status quo is set.
However the ones he's writing now, aged 16, are even more bloodthirstily direct, curiously thoughtful and ludicrously/deftly dramatic in their scope.
His 16-track album comes accompanied with a coy slew of caveats apologising for production values, the absence of a coherent theme and the fact that some of the two dozen instruments he plays aren't 'real' instruments.
Outside of Kiran's young head, no-one cares a jot, and instead spend their time bewildered at his guile, productivity and razor-sharp view of life.
Well, that, and agonising over their own ancientness.