Generally the first adjective that comes to mind when trying to describe music is not 'historical'. But Benjamin Wetherill's music really wouldn't sound out of place at the court of Henry VIII. It's thoroughly English, jaunty folk music fit for the 21st century (and a King). His voice has a Simon & Garfunkel lilt and his records fill you with an uneasy desire to slip on a doublet and hose and dance a jig on a medieval banqueting table.

It's enchanting to the point that when he breaks into an inexplicable electric guitar solo half way through the record you barely even blink; such is the extent of your revelry. Unusual, unexpected and undecipherable, but just about wonderful enough that you're willing to suspend your disbelief – even if it's just for three minutes.

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