A callow youth from Ardley, Bicester, Jamie Felton has a gig itinerary that, if it doesn’t kill him, should turn him into a battle-hardened veteran by the time he’s sixteen. Highly impressive if, like me, you were patting yourself on the back for blagging the school hall for one night only at that age.

So what’s his album like, then? Well, the best thing about it, as you might guess from the title, is the guitar playing. Jamie’s lead guitar style is heavily influenced by 80s stadium rock, and some of the solos he pulls off mark him out as an adept, even if there are sometimes too many notes per unit time for taste and decency to be maintained.

What’s less impressive is the songwriting, which is often a bit clunky and clumsy. For example ‘Rockin It’ contains some rum old rhyming (on the art of drumming: “I start to hit it / the cymbals crash / it makes a very loud noise / bash, bash, bash… Now I’m kicking it / kicking with my feet”). On the other hand, opener ‘I Will Get Through This’ has a solid enough structure, though the apocalyptic imagery and Bon Jovi-inspired stoicism seems a bit over the top: North Oxfordshire is hardly the Valley of the Shadow of Death (though his local town is so generic that its Tesco Extra has a Tesco Express inside).

Generally, Jamie’s heroes seem to be from a generation back: I suspect he has all of Eddie Van Halen’s hits on his iPhone, but might be a bit foggy on who the Arctic Monkeys are (were?). With that sort of hinterland, it might be that Jamie’s future in the music business is as a session guitarist rather than the next James Blunt. But who needs another one of him anyway?