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.

Monday 28 March 2011

Grinderman: Palaces Of Montezuma (Mute)


That cheeky old scamp, Mr Cave, releases another bloody ltd 12" and, of course, I've gotta buy the bastard as he locked me in with other 2. Nicely foiled lettering and puke coloured vinyl (looking like a plasmatics record from 30 years ago) make this quite a pleasant addition to the collection, but the 3 mixes are pretty pointless - being that they all sound pretty damn similar to the (admittedly, fantastic) original. I don't really see the point in remixing anything from this man's oeuvre, as they're never gonna improve on the originals, so the whole thing does seem like a bit of a cynical marketing exercise - in which case a successful one, me being a case in point. The 4th track - actually a radical version of 'when my baby comes', despite what the label tells you, is the best thing on here and probably the only recommendation for buying this thing. Apart from the pukey vinyl that is.
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