Want to move to the Isle of Skye with me?

So this is my first blog and a good place when building anything of significance (which this will undoubtedly be) is at the foundations. Music has always been the thing most important in my life, not to demean the importance of family, friends, health and happiness but they are all a given. After you place these to one side, what comes next provides the bones that support a persons character and if music is my foundations then the yellow fibre glass insulation that keeps my house warm is Idlewild. The first live gig I ever went to, the first album I was given by a boy, the first time I was so desperate to see a band that I went on my own (this happened more than once actually) and the first band that caused and mended a pretty significant heart break. Idlewild are probably the only band that as much as I would like to say, I would defend to death, I'm more likely to just secretly despise the nay Sayer forever.

And so, this week, I rubbed my pennies so hard together that I've got copper dust in my pockets, right next to a spangly white receipt for 'Post Electric Blues'.


And so, to listening. To be honest, when I heard the single release I was slightly worried. With no other tracks to nestle 'Readers and Writers' among, it stood alone, with blazon brass and I was nervous that Idlwild had gone a little 'Mark Ronson' on me. Of course that was ridiculous and my doubts were ousted and order restored on pressing play. This was always going to be a bias review, but then why would I dedicate time to talking about something onto which I cannot pour my deepest affections, I've read those other blogs and that's not my bag.

'Take me Back to the Islands' is a stand out track for me but perhaps my crush on Woomble has blinkered me into this as it oozes the folk elements that made his solo album 'My Secret is my Silence' such a delight, I hope that's John McCusker I can hear again. Makes me want to put on an aran sweater, make a quick pit stop home for books, dog, vinyl and head on over to those Scottish Islands, skim stones until I get at least five in a row then retire to a fire and drink red wine until my mouth looks like I've been in a box of liquorish. Then I'll meet my dream boat...


Anyway, after this my dream boat will break my heart, I'll put back on my leather jacket and nail polish, pack up the car, throw the dog in the boot and speed off with the synth induced rock out that is 'Dreams of Nothing' blazing from the stereo. Now you should be in no way deluded as to how much Idlwild can do for your life, except, I'm keeping them for myself, so if you feel the same either keep it to yourself or marry me.