(2:13 Music)

Without gadgetry, armed of an acoustic guitar only, Bisset plays expressively and free of cliches without any trace of gabbling. Couching in a niche where silent reflection and the exposition of himself meet, John paints splashing small drops of fretboard knowledge that leave a door slightly open, like he wanted us to peek into his own private moments without entering or disturbing his flux of thought. I love the surrounding sounds captured by the recording, too – the distant cars passing by are a truly magnificent touch of reality in an already out-of-canons piece of work. “Smithy” is limpid and extremely sincere, standing the test of a lasting attention – which not always is easy to keep during instrumental solo albums.