Bragg may not be rabble-rousing in Gorbals Unemployed Workers Centre during Mayfest these days, but then neither of those institutions now exist.

So the flack he has had from some quarters for the mellow trans-Atlantic tone of this Stateside-made, Joe Henry-produced disc, his first in five years, seems a little unjust. Certainly it is a little bit country (there is some lovely pedal steel and other guitar playing) and rather less rock'n'roll, but he can still pen a memorable tune and has maintained his obvious verbal gifts. So the slight cheesiness of Chasing Rainbows was always part of his personality, as much as the gentle wit of Handyman Blues (about being useless with tool box around the house).

There's a nod to his Guthrie years with Wilco in the inclusion of I Aint Got No Home, but if it is a surprise to hear the orthodox statement of faith in the gospel Do Unto Others, Your Name On My Tongue shows his love lyric ability is still intact.