01 – Love & Other Hopeless Things 02 – Could Be a Street Could Be a Saint 03 – You’ll Miss Her When She’s Gone 04 – You Can Take Me There 05 – Once I Lived in London 06 – One for the Bairns 07 – A Walk into the Blue Night 08 – A Woman On The Verge Of Becoming A Cyclist 09 – Sometimes It Rains in Glasgow 10 – I Couldn’t Stop the Tide 11 – Another Sunflower
They’re back – and they’re back with a bang! Five years after their last album Open Up Your Colouring Book, Glasgow’s magnificent Pearlfishers return with a brand new album. It’s their eighth on Marina Records – a superb comeback full of masterful, classic pop music, driven by main man David Scott’s exceptional songwriting and arrangements. The album kickstarts with its beautiful title track – a song in the tradition of British songwriters like Paddy McAloon and Michael Head – about ordinary people dreaming and drowning in the big city. “Another foggy Monday morning / Sail the ferry to town / And think of all the people’s dreams...”. The song is led by a Bacharach-like flugel horn motif played by Colin Steele who recorded an entire album of Pearlfishers songs in terrific jazz arrangements: Diving For Pearls. Love and Other Hopeless Things also features a beautiful string quartet which recalls the graceful understatement of George Martin’s classic pop arrangements.
David Scott, guitars, bass, piano, keyboards, mandolin, vocals Jamie Gash, drums, backing vocals Becci Wallace, vocals Stuart Kidd, backing vocals Madaleine Pritchard, backing vocals Stefanie Black, backing vocals Mr Derek Star, percussion Dee Bahl, bass Colin Steele, trumpet, flugelhorn Susan Appelbe, cello Katie Rush, violin
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