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 Dipsomaniacs: Tremolo of her mind (Apartment)

Norwegian psych is not a famous genre at all, and not one that immediately fills your heart with hope but this is fine stuff indeed. 5 tracks in all but the two sub 15 minute jams are the main reasons for digging this great slab out. Obviously heavily influenced by early Floyd (shit, one of the tracks is called "in Syds garden" for gods sake — talk about wearing your influences on your sleeve!), these instrumental space jams lock you in and spin you out.
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