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.

Wednesday 2 March 2011

The Focus Group: Sketches & Spells (LP)/ The Advisory Circle: Mind How you go (LP)Belbury Poly: The willows (LP)/Farmer's angle (10") (Ghost Box)





















Four clever releases on Ghost Box. The Advisory Circle take direct influence from the spooky electronic sounds that soundtracked many a 1960's/70's public information film and successfully evoke the Government fueled paranoia that these films provoked. The Focus Group, probably the most successful of all the Ghost Box acts - given their amazing collaboration with Broadcast, have created an album filled with irritatingly short (there's 24 tracks over the 2 sides) sketches and samples from obscure library music. It's splendid stuff but the shortness of the tracks makes it hard to concentrate long enough before the next piece comes buzzing along. Sometimes lumped in with hauntological others, Belbury indeed invoke distant memories of half remembered British TV soundtracks. These are the soundtrack pieces that you think you remember but, when you come to actually hear them again, normally sound shit in comparison to your (false) memories. It's like Belbury Poly exist to satisfy our desires for a perfect past, when really our past's were a bit rubbish. The LP is the better of the two in that it it has a slightly sinister air - it's more Hammer house of horror to the 10"s Robin's Nest.

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