The album of its origin, ‘Moving Up Country’, was a tepid pill to swallow – a little too morose and, regrettably, boring to stomach over the course of a full LP. But removed from this context, ‘St. Patrick’ shimmers beautifully in its own splendid isolation.

Heavy-hearted but with an interwoven sense of impending hope, James Yorkston muses sadly how “the hardest time to forget/ is when sleep clears your mind” and a thousand delicate waifs sigh with him.

‘Catching Eyes’ and ‘Blue Madonnas’ fit the mood well, albeit slightly less strikingly, although the remix of ‘St. Patrick’ does no-one any favours; effectively the title track minus words and played underwater.