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.

Friday 13 May 2011

Efterklang: Magic Chairs (4AD)

Efterklang are a band that do not understand the concept of 'reigning yourself in'. Whereas some indie bands chuck in a cello of violin here and there to give their pathetic whimsy and perceived sense of gravitas, Efterklang seem to create the classical music structures and then graft the guitar/bass/drums/vocals on top. And by doing things with this singular vision they manage to transcend what would be a fairly bland musical style into something elegant and majestic. Having the family Broderick (Peter & Heather) on board certainly does not hinder their ability to produce a piece of pop beauty and to craft an intellectual niche in the music world.

I feel as though i should be listening to this album in a smoking jacket with a glass of port in hand, such is the overbearing feeling of high class quality. Lager and a T Shirt seems slightly disrespectful.

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