Well, I had one of those moments that restores my faith in music, esp that of the Finn's.
Having been a Finn fan since I Woodface (I was about 13 years old!) I grew up loving the Finns and all their music, seeing the Crowdies only once though, at their break up gig at Hanover Grand in London.
I've continued to buy all the records and even visited New Zealand to see my family and have a wander on Kare Kare beach, but the same youthful enthusiasm I had was not quire there anymore.
Still excited about the brothers playing in Ipswic, close to my home in Colchester, I took my Mum and sister, who also like the Finns, dwon to the show.
I don't know why I didn't get thsi vibe from the album, but to be honest, I hadn't been that overwhelmed by it. I loved Won't give in, but the album didn't quite do it for me and I kinda preferred FINN for its stripped down quality.
Well, for whatever reason, when Neil played Gentle Hum at Ipswich on friday, I though it was quite possibly th best sound I have ever heard in my life, and found myself welling up. Now I'm not one for getting all tired and emotional, and the last time I cried at a bit of music was at the end of the film Animalolympics when I was about 7.
Isn't it strange how music ctaches you off guard when you least expect it?