With his scruff in disarray, Irishman Fionn Regan ventures calmly into the utterly crowded singer/songwriter field with twelve songs and a guitar.  You've heard this story before and it's certain that you've probably seen a few Regans walking around your trendy part of town.  However, it's the absolutely engaging finger-picking that sweeps through the beginning of the album that separates Regan from the usual mob.  The opening notes of "The Underwood Typewriter" remind one of an Elliott Smith tune with its complex strumming while the lyrics delve into what sounds like a passionate encounter.  Most of the songs on the album are quieter pieces, though the crisp tones of "Hey Rabbit" and "Black Water Child" showcase Regan's ability to carry a song with the brightness of his voice.  A real beauty of a composition is "Snowy Atlas Mountains" which has Regan sighing while he sings over a delicate guitar that invokes a frosty vision of the song's title.  Overall, the musicianship alone make this album a necessary listen by solo enthusiasts and skeptics alike, but if you're a fan of Mason Jennings or even Nick Drake then this album comes highly recommended.