IF YOU LOOK THIS WAY or sound this way or get labelled this way, sometimes you’re stuck forever, even if part of you is screaming, “but wait, there’s more”.

Ron Sexsmith, whose face naturally falls into a downcast mode, whose voice has a lilt but within a gently maudlin manner no matter the subject matter, is known as a balladeer. And fans love his ballads, they probably define him in most people’s eyes and certainly do define him in the crosshatched boxes of editors and programmer, even if he’s ripping into soulless pieces of stone and ticky-tacky constructions of modern estates we’re supposed to accept for low-income earners in a song like Camelot Towers…