Friends in familiar places

You can take the boy (well, nearly fortysomething) out of Oxford, but you can't stop him writing for Nightshift. OK, so I can't easily cover gigs there anymore, but I can still review the odd local release - such as the new self-titled LP from False Friends in the June issue. Its stylistic restlessness results in a record that isn't exactly coherent but is nevertheless intriguing in its ambition and scope, and on occasion genuinely successful in execution.