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

Blowhole: A love extreme (Zabriskie Point)

I must admit that i mistakenly bought this from the Norman sale thinking it was electro free jazzers Blowpipe. On playing it i was immediately knocked backwards by the extreme ferocity of the music and that sort of reaction always makes me want to find out more and dive in. I love it when something kicks me in the balls, musically speaking, and the mix of free improv and free jazz here keeps me constantly metaphorically protecting my gonads. A rush of sound bursts out of the four sides here and, even at it's most coherent (the seven tracks on side c) it still sounds like an explosion in a jazz factory. The short bursts of noise contained here occasionally bring to mind John Zorn's Torture Garden/Painkiller records and, though it's certainly an album that you have to prepare yourself for before playing, it rewards with each listen. On reading the sleevenotes i see that the drummer is none other than Jeph Jerman - of the earlier driftwood record, but here he's taking out his frustration on a more traditional set up than the aforementioned sticks 'n' stairs routine.

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