smallthoughts; new single wellington boots

I’m seven, I’m in thrall to musicians and it’s my first trip to London. I’m expecting to see pop stars EVERYWHERE. The opening strains of smallthoughts latest track wellington boots takes me right back to the first time I heard live music. I’m leaving the tube hand in hand with my dad so he can keep me safe and so I can’t race off chasing the millions of shiny things in the world like I always do. Fking nightmare child me. There’s a young busker lad playing his guitar and singing a folk song, echoing and distorting down the long tube station corridor. I always like to think that guy made it huge, but even if he didn’t, in that moment for a seven-year-old, he was the biggest star on this planet.

Of course, wellington boots has absolutely nothing to do with my memory (now imagine: that would be Dr Who batsh1t scary), but everything to do with memories. For me, the sound of Wellington Boots has a quality which feels safe and familiar, and hahaha, the delicious fuzz and distortion in the song sounds like an echoing tube tunnel. While Wellington Boots is distinctly shoegaze, with those note changes, easy summer sound and song structure, I also get a bright wide landscape and heat of someone like the Kinks and a classic sound. Wellington Boots has a reflective and nostalgic tune.

Joe Mitchell (aka smallthoughts, and also 50% of Jellyfish in Space) has explained that Wellington Boots is indeed about childhood memories but for him it’s about being on the swings, walking and the beaches of the North Tyneside coast with his grandparents. If anyone could capture a musical representation of a printed yellowed photograph with folds creasing the corners, and a drawing pin hole in the top, then it’s smallthoughts.

With Wellington Boots smallthoughts has come up with a beautifully evocative tune about the safety and simple pleasures of childhood, and then the adult struggles of trying to translate that feeling of belonging into an adult setting. It’s a rare soul that doesn’t feel lost sometimes and the lyrics of Wellington Boots picks that up perfectly. Of course, you can never really get back to childhood, holding onto your dad’s hand and all.      

Chris R

* images have been taken from the artist’s social media.

        

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