Bones bones brittle little bones

This is a pretty feel-good/end-of-the-summer track from Canadian band Islands. I think I've mentioned Islands before (at least in passing or in a playlist). I first caught wind of Islands through a CD swap and frankly, wasn't all that impressed. They were a little generic and, overall, did not do it for me.

However "Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby" is a pretty polished and up-beat pop track (credit to fellow editor A for digging it up). Fresh doesn't even begin to describe how the track feels. It kind of has the Brett Dennen happy thing going, and it kind of gives me a toothache in the same way Dennen does (because its way too sweet in its composition). The song also has that same "Electro-Socket Blues" (a Rogue Wave song) thing going in terms of the content of the song. "Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby," as far as I can discern, is about eating disorders. The lyrics actually lean towards brilliance: "total void tells me stories/sometimes they make me sorry," sings Nick Diamonds, Islands frontman.

The song is great-enjoy the last bit of summer.

"Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby" by Islands from Return To The Sea (2006)

-S