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

Holy Fuck: Latin (Young Turks)


Eschewing the prescribed route for modern day electronic music by using 'proper' instruments, as opposed to laptops and samples, and letting themselves run free and improvise onstage, Holy Fuck (GREAT NAME) rock out to fine effect. Occasionally reminding me of the chemical brothers, circa their mercury rev collaborations, this is electro dance music made by alt-rockers. The structure of much of this is played like they were guitar slingers, who had had their guitars confiscated, and who didn't know a fat lot about how dance music was supposed to work. It thrashes along at a (mostly)high bpm, that would probably cripple a lot of ravers (are they still called that???) in a manner that brings to mind that other lot of potty mouther's Fuck Buttons, but with a more melodic bent and less of all that screaming business. Sometimes really lovely ('Stay Lit' is particularly beautiful) but always an enjoyable experiment in electronic music for people who don't like electronic music.

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