With piano, violin and various wind instruments hatcheting away at punk pop speeds and veering dangerously close to collision, James Yorkston has the perfect musical setting for his rippling, chaotic lyrics. “This is nothing, just a flirt, just a flicker, just a taster, of what it not to come,” he sings, amidst many other fast-disappearing thoughts. Folk pop is novel at this speed.
James Yorkston : Border Song
