Ian Roland has put an astronaut in a tin can, pointed it at the void, and asked him how he's feeling. The answer, reassuringly, is "I'm not getting paid enough." It is the best line about interstellar travel since Bowie's Major Tom lost his signal, and it arrives wrapped in a song of real grace.

Nostalgia usually goes wrong by fixing a memory in amber and admiring it from a safe distance. Dylan Forshner's "Meant For Me" walks straight into the memory and opens the windows. It is a love song about a love that ended, sung from the far side of the wreckage by a man who has found the wreckage lovely and, more dangerously, has started to hope again.