THIS second offering from bedroom bard Benjamin Garrett’s alter ego is unpromisingly billed as ‘a soundtrack to a film that does not exist’.

It doesn’t help that he uses such lyrics as: “I’d like a family with you, now you’re earning above average revenue.” So let’s dispense with the trite words and concentrate instead on the music, some of which is very good indeed as the album builds towards its highlights, Don’t Make It Hard On Yourself and Love So Cold, which are things of beauty.

Then more silliness, as we are told a leek violin and celeriac bongo feature on Prettiest Ones Fly Highest. It’s not a bad track, but marks the onset of a slippery slope. It’s as if Garrett’s desperate bid to build his own indefinable niche all got too much.

Can’t Stop Loving You is the numbing nadir and that’s a shame, because there are a number of undeniably fine moments earlier on. Which makes Power an album for iPod pickers and mixers.