INalivingroominKilburnin northwest London, Edwyn Collins is singing to me. Trying to sing to me. His right hand is curled into a fist in his lap. "I've never met a girl like you before," goes that fruity, distinctive voice.
It�s two and a half years since a double stroke nearly killed Scotland�s post-punk hero. A remarkable journey of rehabilitation has brought him to a place where he�s ready to perform again, gurgling laugh and all. By Craig McLean
INalivingroominKilburnin northwest London, Edwyn Collins is singing to me. Trying to sing to me. His right hand is curled into a fist in his lap. "I've never met a girl like you before," goes that fruity, distinctive voice.