
It seems that these days that you can’t move for earnest indie troubadours working on their first album and their first beard in every bar you wander into, but Caterpillars is way out of their league. It is a song of hope and aspiration and it kicks home its message to a Mariachi accompaniment whose gentle swoops and crescendos are a brilliant balance to the frantic nature of the chord work that sits above it. The result is a wonderful blend of energy and grace, pace and purpose. Throw in a brief and cool, noodling guitar solo and you realise that J W has knocked it out of the park with this little gem.
