As you might guess from the clever-clever title, Turner has a way with words and demands attention. Thankfully, his way with a riff and even anthemic sing-a-longs is matched by wry, engaging and pragmatic tales of love, lies and regret, with the odd violi

As you might guess from the clever-clever title, Turner has a way with words and demands attention.

Thankfully, his way with a riff and even anthemic sing-a-longs is matched by wry, engaging and pragmatic tales of love, lies and regret, with the odd violin flourish and plenty of dark humour.

The Real Damage sets out his store nicely, all kitchen-sink realism for the directionless, hard-partying 20-somethings who stumble from one weekend they can't remember to the next, strangely enriched by his trademark flat singing.

Turner shines when laying his heart bare, whether it's in post-relationship turmoil (Worse Things Happen At Sea) or sad regret (Father's Day).

Worth checking out. 4/5