Patient, spare little songs built on the wing of Kenny Anderson's lilting Scottish croon. Drums heartbeat alongside the barest twinkles of piano and accordion and guitar and whatever else is on hand, all so that croon can twang and wing through the reeds. And despite being a blueprint for a castle to house my hatred of the singer-songwriter the towers crow with a sound I can't but praise.
This is small and fragile and beautiful, packed with nostalgia of the half remembered - its faded postcard cover saying it all.
There are stretches that drag, and upbeat bouncers like Largs seem out of place (put there maybe to prevent even more dragging?) but if you can slow your pulse to match it, and find your way to the heartbreaking 1-2 of For One Night Only and Bluebell, Cockleshell, well, there's soul to spare here. An album for few times and perfect for those 4/5
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