Barefoot Wonderland is one of the most soulful and down-to-earth country albums this side of the Hume Highway. Decidedly simple in its assembly, it favours serene noodling and open-heart verses over high-energy riffage and beefy production. To that extent, seven of its ten cuts are wholly instrumental, five of those finding Bernasconi riff tenderly on just a single acoustic guitar. The standout slab is a Martin HD-28 sevenstringer, which leaves its best—and twangiest—impression whistling gloomily on the slow, stinging Melatonin. Production (by Bernasconi) is surprisingly crisp, too, with sonic detail so finicky a keen ear can hear the Melbourne strummer’s fingers brush his strings. My only advice is to spin Barefoot Wonderland in bursts: the album wears thin pretty quickly when listened to from start to finish, but with each song given a chance to shine on its own, there’s plenty of charm to unfurl.