Some songwriters merely write songs, which is fair enough given the job title. Others, however, capture the most intimate parts of what it is to be human in song form, and George Collins’ latest single, a gentle musing on parenthood, is exactly that. And cleverly, this is not a song written in the emptiness of the house that has gone quiet, but rather a father knowing that the inevitable is coming, that nests need to be flown, and anticipating the difficult emotions that come with such thoughts.

George is fantastic wherever you find him, kicking out the rock chops, relaxing into island vibes, playing the role of folk troubadour. or country crooner…but it is, for me, in this sort of song, an intelligent and emotional acoustic pop piece, that I feel we find his best work.

Fingerpicked guitars are cast over gentle beats, strings wash through, voices rise and fall behind him, and a timeless sound is forged, something that feels, if not Beatle-esque, then certainly McCartney-esque.

And whereas many writings on such a subject would go for the obviously sentimental, the saccharine and sugar sweet, Collins, instead, paints pictures of normal domesticity and uses these everyday scenes as a reminder that within the ordinary of all our lives is something quite extraordinary,  not only that but the things that are the whole point of life itself.

Poignant hardly covers it.

 

 

 

 


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