Lend an ear to an Adam Patrick bedroom recording and it'll probably conjure up images of a heavily-bearded gent, sitting in California, crafting up finely worked pop odes around the side of a slowly dying campfire.

You’d be forgiven for this misconception, but the reality is different.

Raised on a diet of Brian Wilson, Adam began his musical background in the usual way - bashing through various bands, often trying to sound like The Stone Roses or Mogwai. Quickly leaving all that behind, he decided to take a more intimate approach, picked up an acoustic guitar, a harmonica and a battered old synth, and started writing songs.

A Tascam 4-track was purchased, a bedroom was turned into a studio and the outcome was a collection of blissfully memorable, humble and sincere demos that are rich in undertones of M. Ward without the southern drawl, or Conor Oberst without the teenage angst. Despite all this they maintain a very English sensibility - he's from Portsmouth;
hardly California, and his hometown is a huge influence.

The fact that Portsmouth is an island is hugely important to Adam; “People move here and never leave; they get the island mentality and drift along. I love the place, but I hate it for not being as good as it could be. It stifles ambition because it’s such an easy place to live. Everybody knows everybody else, and it gets claustrophobic. It’s an inspirational and disappointing place to me, often at the same time. This city and some of it’s inhabitants force a lot of hate into my songs, but a lot of love too.”

When it comes to bringing these recordings out of the bedroom and onto the stage, Adam employs a band that includes Glockenspiel, Synths, Keys and layers of Guitar, whilst still keeping the vast breathing space that his bedroom recordings are so rich in.

These are the sort of songs that'll complement any candle-lit Saturday night, any comedown Sunday afternoon, or even a dreary Monday morning, sat on the bus already half an hour late for work whilst you wait for the song to reach 'that bit' – and should you ever find yourself sat round a campfire with a heavily-bearded country gent, I’ll bet you find these intimate songs really do suit the occasion perfectly after all.