I have to admit, I’m late to the bandwagon. I have, due undoubtedly to the top 40 playing incessantly in the malls, picked up a few popular tunes throughout the years that shockingly I actually like. But last month one of those songs become more than that, a single song prompted me to head out to my nearest independent record and cd store and purchase a brand new album. That doesn’t often happen anymore. The bands that I normally stock in my humble collection are often obligatory purchases, artists that have grown with me and another album of theirs is simply the progression of our emotional relationship steeped in comradeship, cardigans and the secret aches of my teenage heart. So, Passenger. A lovely band/one man band, with a beard and a guitar with a distinct voice of a disquiet poet. I dig his tunes, its hard to classify it in generic terms, but I like that its not boxed into anything particular, it simply exists, quietly, only hoping to reach those who wish to listen. I can imagine sitting in a dim cafe, with about 5 other people and a quiet voice inviting us to sit and listen to his heart. If you have the time or inclination, take a gander.