A tremendous Scottish debut album

With echoes of Nick Drake and Jeff Buckley

Picture credit: Jules Moskovtchenko

If you judge a record by how often you play it on repeat - and that is precisely the criteria I use - then there is already a strong contender for my album of the year.

In critiques of Spotify I often come across musicians complaining that listeners these days seem to want an aural backdrop to their lives, a soundtrack for living.

This, apparently, is a bad thing. Instead we should all buy vinyl and ceremonially put a record on the turntable and listen to both sides intently, in stillness and contemplation, perhaps in a darkened room, just as the artiste intended.

Bollocks to that.

Life is too short. There’s tatties needing peeled. A bus to be caught. Socks to pair.

What I am looking for is, precisely, a soundtrack to my life. And on a lazy, daisy-chain weekend like this one, I have the perfect accompaniment.

It comes from a new Scottish act destined, I predict, to be one of the voices of our age.