It’s a transatlantic endeavour we have on our hands with Patrick Freeman’s ‘Perfect Fit’ EP. Freeman is a Brooklyn-based songwriter, but has split the production of the EP’s three tracks between that borough and the one down south…Cork, like. Members of Waterford’s O Emperor provide some of the extra hands that add weight and warmth to this succinct EP release as Freeman switches between country and the lush pop of the opener.

Perfect Fit could sit alongside anything from Daniel Rossen’s ‘Silent Hour/Golden Mile’ EP from a couple of years ago, with its Lennon-esque vocals and gorgeous Harrison-indebted guitar lines. A powerful finale builds and relaxes back into the acoustic picking that bookends the track, then the singer changes tack slightly and takes us along a country road.

It could only be a melancholic trip Freeman is embarking upon with an opening line that reads “My wife she died last Friday night”, and so it goes on She’s Gone; a winsome pedal steel takes up the sentiment in sympathetic solidarity, and drums tumble along languidly in a way that’s reminiscent of Albatross. Maybe it’s the fact that She’s Gone was recorded in Brooklyn that sets it slightly apart from its bedfellows – it’s certainly a more poignant piece than those tracks either side of it, but it still retains a sense of playfulness.

I Can’t Talk About It is another country tune with a bluesy slant that coasts the borders of schmaltz. It’s a sad song appropriate to a well-worn upright saloon piano and a saloon to sing it in, with a man articulating his inarticulacy to a barful of like-minded boozers; at two minutes, it’s perfectly suited to the attention span of such an audience. ‘Perfect Fit’, like the song that rounds it off, is the briefest of introductions to Patrick Freeman’s music; a somewhat disparate mix tied together by Freeman’s vocal, but one that bodes well for what’s to come.