Ask the average person on the street to depict a pop star and chances are, unless they possess a twisted sense of humour, his or her fantasy figure will boast few of Badly Drawn Boy's traits. Look at him: chain smoking, woolly hat. Now glance at our pop idols: six-packs, sterile, bland. Yet judging by the reception he received at the UK festivals, like Glastonbury, Badly Drawn Boy is, to those who value passion over fashion, one of the few stars deserving of applause. No one else makes aching lo-fi folk sound quite so transcendental or lyrically renders the ordinary so extraordinary.