The UK wide folk scene may well have seen a bit of a resurgence with yet another wave of bands coming crashing in on the shore, but while the cable knit sweater wearing beardy types struggle with the populist attraction that ‘their’ music is drawing across the nation, it would be fair to say that while the scene has ebbed and flowed in places that it is here in Scotland that it has always found a home.
We seem to have an affinity with the sound. and it has never really been in, nor out, but just maybe more so that it is there where it always has been and it isn't going anywhere.
Maybe it has something to do with the sea, the windswept crofts, the sound of the fiddle, or the roots element of it that can be transferred from the stage to the kitchen.
It could be one of a million things, but it is simply a truism that the folk scene has always been a robustly healthy one in this nation, and there are no signs that it will loosen its grip on us any time soon.
If anyone does require proof of this - and of course there is always one - then they need look no further than to listen to the ongoing vitality can be found on King Eider’s début album ‘The Deeper the Water’.
With headphones clamped to my head I can hear a sublime balance to the material that will act like the sirens song and bring the traditionalist fans, and the indie pulse holders, drifting in to freely lend an ear.
There’s a great deal of inclusive magic woven through the songs, and come the summer I hope they have some solid festival slots booked as it is from those stages that the band could spring up the musical ladder of success from.
If they don’t all is not lost though, as with such a strong début it’s doubtful that they are going to slip by unnoticed in the coming months.
After all they could equally comfortably fill the corner of a bothy as they could a large venue, and bring the same intimacy to them both.
Yet another example to be used in the argument against those who vocally promote the view that there’s nothing new out there to listen to that can hold a candle to the music of their youth.
They’re wrong, I’m right and here’s King Eider to prove it.