FROM THE BLOG
One of the many merciful things about being an own-label, Scottish “folkie”, for want of a better way of putting it, is this. The idea that you might write a daytime-hit-single is a wee bit ridiculous. I mean nobody wants to hear a song about a petrochemical plant and 1980s UFO visitations to Bonnybridge, a song that skips between 5/8, jig time and 4/4, and which features treble-layered piano accordion and Sheffield steel plant samples, whilst listening to Steve Wright in the afternoon. Do they?
This realization, when it finally comes, is a relief.