It’s been the End Of Neil going on six years now. Taking up the mantle in 2008, Stirling based singer-songwriter Neil Stewart has been disseminating his tunes for some time, releasing his debut EP ‘September’ in 2012.

‘My Games’ & ‘Less’ followed in 2013, not to mention a plethora of B-sides, demos and stand-alone tracks. Proliferation is the name of the game when it comes to End Of Neil’s outlook on releasing music, and sure what’s the point of it if it’s not out there.

‘Headspinnin’ is very well what your head may be doing after trying to keep track of his output up until now. He’s probably already released a few more odds and sods in the time it’s taken to read this line. This latest four-track EP is a folky jaunt that takes some upbeat turns toward pop-hook choruses, particularly on the brash acoustic opening of I Swam The Hudson.

There’s casualness inherent in the song’s lyrics that seem to typify Stewart’s approach to releasing music. “The lyrics that I’m writing are just footprints that I leave/ That will be wiped away in seconds when the winter comes for me”. Music can be an ephemeral thing that leaves its mark and moves on, and is no less affecting for it, just like the disparate offerings of various lengths and colours Stewart has left in his wake.

A distinctive ringing guitar sound links the songs, kind of metallic and trebly with a tug of off-kilter eccentricity. The bongos and handclaps on Midnight (You Guessed Right) are typical of the restrained percussive style of the EP; this percussion provides the crucial forward momentum conjured by the title in Running Through The Louvre, the EP’s most poppy aside.

Those same bongos pitter-patter away in the background of closer Only For A While. “I played all my cards/ Drew all of my swords/ And now I got nothing but my smile/ But only for a while” sings Stewart over the spry folk of that final number, and the last sound we hear is Stewart going out acapella.

The last feeling we have, though, is that Stewart is still going to be doing this whether anyone’s listening or not. They really should; it’s not life-changing by any means but it is an amiable insight into one troubadour’s particular corner of existence.