If a high degree of sensitivity is called for, there are few better musicians to take on this task than July Skies' Antony Harding. The subject matter tackled in this case is the airmen who lost their lives in the Second World War. Just like his debut release 'Dreaming Of Spires' Harding's guitar work is curiously nostalgic but this time engulfed in appropriate sadness. The title track is particularly stunning; the familiar fragile vocals, languid guitars and a distant harmonica. But 'The English Cold' is outstanding as a whole, a gorgeous assembly of Durutti Column-like melancholia sprinkled with lashings of echo, the pitter-patter of raindrops and occasional words, some spoken, some sung but never threatening to go over the top or to patronise the listener. An album to be filed next to Piano Magic's World War I tribute 'Artists Rifles'.