It’s been a while since any new music from George Wilding popped up on the radar. That might be due to my tardy ways, or possibly his, let’s just say that its been that sort of a year and leave it at that. You Do You gets to the heart of what George is really all about and what he does best, musically speaking. It is love lorn and romantic, wonderfully nostalgic, wistfully reflective, soft and comforting, pastel-hued and laced with his trademark blend of slightly bewildered innocence and unexpectedly mature philosophies.
The music floats rather than gets played and the lyrics seem to flow from the pages of Recency poetry books into the here-and-now to create a unique muddle of mythologies, imaginary biography and contemporary chivalric prose to build the charming and chaotic world that George, or at least his music, inhabits.
It’s been too long, I’ve missed the little blighter. I’ve missed his languid and lush music, his blend of gorgeous, understated soundscapes and ragged, troubadour moves, his Nick Drake-esque gentleness, his ability to brighten the day with his music and raise a smile with his live performance.
There are lots of things I knew I’d been missing during this strange and locked down year, I never realised that George Wilding was one of them. Thanks for the reminder.