ON a scale of one to Leonard Cohen, Josh Pearson scores a maximum ten.

Desolate, dark and full of self-damnation, this is not an album for the faint hearted, or one to chance if locked in a hotel room with only a bottle of whisky for company.

If you were feeling upbeat when Thou Art Loosed begins the set, you’ll be reaching for your boot laces by the time Drive Her Out brings matters to a conclusion. There are only seven skeletal songs which Pearson says were drawn from the lessons of “a rough year” following a decade of a self-imposed, beard-growing hiatus.

All are packed with the full gamut of emotion, take Honeymoon Is Great I Wish You Were Her, an angst ridden story of love lost that sets the tone for the rest of an album.