Apparently, I buy too many records

My wife Helen, like every other woman i've ever lived with, believes that I buy too many records.

Which, as every record-buying man knows, is a ridiculous belief.

I will concede, however, that I do indeed buy a lot of records and that I don't afford them the same amount of listens and attention that I did 20 or 30 years ago.

To this end, I have decided to blog about the records that I buy, in order to help my appreciation of them - and perhaps to show Helen that I don't buy that many records after all.

Because i'm crap with deadlines the blog posts will be sporadic and probably be about a month or 2 behind but that's just the way i am! The posts will not necessarily be actual reviews (most likely comments, at best) and will generally be pretty damn short due to the reasons outlined above. As a writer in a previous existence i have decided not to worry about writing as art in the pieces but, instead, to attempt to convey feeling over semantic (and often grammatic) perfection.

And 'OCRB'? It stands for 'Obsessive Compulsive Record Buying' - a little known mental health affliction that is potentially damaging to the bank account but ultimately life-affirming. It is sad.......but a nice form of sad.

Tuesday 8 February 2011

Ancient Greeks: The song is you (Flameshovel)

Bought as a punt and, yet again, Norman Records have come through. I read a few online reviews earlier  and found one person complaining that there were more than 3 chords in each song and it sounded like "if Kenny G had formed Stereolab". What an amazing description....shit, you should buy it on that recommendation alone. Apparently this lot play 'math pop' - as if there aren't enough bloody genres out there, when they really play is enjoyable and  non-threatening jazz tinged melodic guitar music overlaid with the occasional higher pitched vocal. They come from Chicago and belong firmly in the same school as fellow second-city residents Tortoise and The Sea & the Cake, intelligent music for smoky bars filled with chin-stroking head-nodders. Like me.
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