Get Along berates the state of our apathetic times with a hefty dollop of Kennedy’s blistering guitar playing, which also underpins much of A Thousand Words. In Stride, inspired by the hoarding of toilet roll and pasta, aggressively encourages us to collectively calm down: ‘Cool down, baby, you know you’re gonna burn out in time/ Sometimes you gotta let go and just open your eyes.’ In a world where caution is the by-word as we begin blinking blearily into normal life once again, this core message delivered through the power of slide guitar can serve as a daily mantra. A similar insouciance weaves through Moonshot and Wanderlust Begins. The former blends in a hint of blues, while the latter is more country but eschews cliché in its twangy embrace of the unknown: ‘Don’t give a damn where we go or what might be, as long as I’m right here with you.’