The Boy Who Trapped the Sun is a wry, alt-folkish singer-songwriter from the Isle of Lewis. The pseudo-offspring of Cash and Drake, if he could he'd groom himself a Dylan 'fro, transcribing a perfect three-quarters of a spheroid.
He has just completed his debut album on which he played everything himself, hoarding all of the credits. Except for the strings and female vocals, that is, but not for want of trying. Before releasing it into the wild he is paving the way with the Watermark EP, released on 12 October.
The Boy's motherland is the Isle of Lewis, a windy outcrop in the Outer Hebrides, and a place once curiously devoid of Sun. The Boy always pleaded plausible deniability. There, on the Isle, he used to row boats on salmon-infested rivers while wearing plus fours, pretending to be a gentleman but fooling no-one. Other times he would roam the hills, giggling and chasing sheep, or else confusing the sea life with his trusty surfboard Sue-Bob. Life was good, albeit a bit chilly, until one winter solstice. A paucity of vitamin D gripped the locals in a pale-faced frenzy and, accordingly, the Boy came under suspicion...
Banished to the mainland for crimes against life-giving warmth, for the most part his bones now reside in London. He lies in exile from his salty heritage in a metropolitan oasis with teensy palm trees sprouting from teapots and a rusty shopping trolley that is direly lost and dreams hopelessly of whooshing automatic doors, wide shiny aisles and tinny muzak. To preserve The Boy's sanity in such a place, he delivers lengthy and considered lectures on vagrancy to passing stray cats and instigates impromptu staring contests with strangers on the Victoria Line. Also he writes songs and sings them.
Meanwhile, a sighing wave of relief washes over the shingle in Lewis as his erstwhile fellow islanders dust off their their parasols and settle into their deckchairs."
Hey man, all's good thanks, just got back from Fuerte...we scored some pretty sick waves! Surf's pretty good down here at the moment too, so all is well. How are things with you? You got anymore trips to Cornwall planned soon? Thanks for the cd it's awesome, good work! Hope you're well.
Bonjour Thanks for the friendly add What a good sound and music really appreciate your voice Best wishes from France (Follow me on twitter.com/pascal95 ) Pascal
Episode 54 of Jim Gellatly's NEW MUSIC is now online, including tracks from iamchemist, MJ Hibbett & The Validators, Sparrow And The Workshop, Miaoux Miaoux, Kid Adrift, Make This Relate, Robin Adams, The Twilight Sad, The Boy Who Trapped The Sun, and Vigo Thieves.
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Cravendale hasn't arrived, I expect it has been delayed in the post and is turning into a block of nice cheese. My throat is dryer than Ghandi's flip flop crunching on this dry cereal. If Gordon were here he'd nip to the shops and sort it. RELEASE HIM PLEASE!
You appear to have stolen my flatmate Gordie and trapped him in the opening scene of a You Tube video on your page. Can we have him back please, he is the only one that regularly buys milk for us to share/steal.
My Special K Berries is getting rather lonely without it.
my ears have been listening to you for about an hour and boy did they like it. you should come back soon, more adventures, i wont throw sand at you, i may even be nice to you. xxx
I don't pure love your ep, doby wrote that last comment, i pure hates it mahn. Not really, it's lovely. And oasis won't be dead. Men of that twattitude cannot be destroyed by conventional means, i'm telling yaaaa.
