Several factors militate against this debut album by Daniel Woolhouse, aka Deptford Goth. There's that name – doubly off-putting and untrue: Woolhouse does not live in Deptford, nor is he a goth, exactly. Rather, this album's crepuscular jag recalls Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago gone post-dubstep. If that sounds like the xx and James Blake are touchstones the size of mausoleums here – they are. For all these derivations, however, Life After Defo convinces, its downcast, sweet-bleak beauty becoming more individual with every play.