Our friend Hannah turned us onto Jake Bugg. It's great driving music. Lots of short, yet catchy bursts of lyrics and gritty acoustic guitar.

I listened to his self-titled album for a few days before I did some research into Jake Bugg. I thought he was one of those singer-songwriters from Laurel Canyon in the 1970s who churned one great album of personal tunes but then got run down by the usual culprits: women, cocaine, and too many creative blocks. Alas, I was surprised to find out that Jake Bugg was born in 1994! The kid from Nottingham, England isn't even 20 yet and he's achieved wunderkind status in British indie rock circles (competing with Alt-J as Great Britain's breakthrough act of 2012).

The lazy comparison is that Bugg is the British re-incarnation of Bob Dylan circa early 60s, but that is setting the kid up to fail, because he'll be ambushed by rabid Dylan Disciples, who will quickly tear him down for trying to come close to replicating their deity.

Jake Bugg had a sound that's a throwback to the late 60s and early 70s. If you dig deeper into his album, you'll start too see more alt-country influences than Dylan.

Here's a song that has gotten heavy airplay in my household...