On the face of it, the deep melancholy and fragile introspection soaring at the heart of Bill Ryder-Jones‘ sounds don’t quite paint the same picture as Daniel Craig’s steel-faced, sexy James Bond, flipping over oncoming vehicles and somehow keeping his shirt a crisp, pristine white in the process. However, though born 15 years apart, very few know that both wandered the same streets of West Kirby, pulling from the same pool of influences confine…