If Niall Connolly is not nearly as well known as those other Cork troubadours Mick Flannery and John Spillane, that could be because he has been plying his trade in Brooklyn for the past six years.
This is his sixth album and it is assured in an understated but deeply passionate way. Thanks to judicious use of glockenspiel, trumpet and piano, he has crafted engaging songs that are very much in the vein of early Dylan and showcase the strength of his voice and the potency of his words.
At every turn, Connolly chooses his lyrics with care and his eye for detail puts him into territory occupied by Adrian Crowley and Pierce Turner – another songwriter with a strong New York associations.
And Connolly's adoptive home has proved inspiring here with one of the more compelling numbers, Lily of the Mohawks, based on the story of a remarkable native American leader turned Catholic saint.
Elsewhere, Place I'd Promised I'd Go is a wistful meditation on the transience of time and the sad fact that many of the best laid plans never get realised.
Key tracks Lily of the Mohawks; Place I'd Promised I'd Go