A gap of five years since his last studio album has done little to improve Mundy's lyrical capability. Recent times have brought the Offaly native huge success with the Steve Earle Cover Which Shall Not Be Named, but not so much wisdom; the worst thing about 'Strawberry Blood' is its painfully dreadful rhyming couplets, some of which are unintentionally hilarious, some of which are just plain awful. 'I Miss the Country' sees him ruminate on his Birr upbringing, crooning 'I miss the country, I miss the country / I miss the smell, can't you tell?', while closing track 'Me and My Guitar' - yes, an ode to his guitar - is monumentally, depressingly bad, and invokes some heavily disturbing imagery with the line "Sometimes I play it for the ladies / Sometimes the ladies play too hard / They got me singing in my birthday suit, just me and my guitar".

Producer Joe Chester does an OK job of steering 'Strawberry Blood' in the right direction, and lyrics aside, this is an album that's more musically average than appalling. Nods to Britrock swagger ('Waiting for the Night to Come') is something of a new angle for Mundy, but these are mostly innocuous, radio-friendly pop-rock songs that owe more to The Eagles than anyone else, although dreamy pop ballad 'Head Over Heels' is slightly more acceptable than its neighbouring tracks.

What Chester could, and perhaps should have vetoed was the inclusion of Shane McGowan on 'Love is a Casino'. The Pogues frontman adds nothing to a song that's as bad as its title suggests: he presumably turned up at the studio, rolled his tongue around his decaying mouth a few times and slurred something unintelligible into the mic before swiftly exiting for the pub, while Mundy beamed in a haze of fanboy adoration.

Look, let's put this simply: if you think 'Galway Girl' is an excellent song and Mundy is a talented singer and songwriter, this album will only cement that misguided opinion. Buy it. By all means, enjoy it. It must be a marvellous existence, being so easily pleased.