Idlewild come from an imaginary point on the map somewhere between the Athens, Georgia of R.E.M. and U2's Dublin, which is to say that they don't really come from much of anywhere at all. The music here is odorless, colorless: an odd approximation of the past ten years in rock music - Radiohead to The Strokes to Franz Ferdinand to...Klaxons? The tracks on Scottish Fiction aren't arranged in chronological order, and they needn't be, as there's no evolution here to speak of. You can start anywhere you like; to paraphrase Rod Stewart, comb your hair a thousand different ways and come out looking just the same.
