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 17 June 2011

The Caretaker: An empty bliss beyond this world (HAFTW)

James Leyland Kirby returns with the next installment in his 'Caretaker' series. He continues to manipulate his seemingly endless supply of 78's whereby the original melody is looped and pokes through an aural sea as a metaphor for nearly forgotten memories.

The whole album is inspired by the notion that music can aid Alzheimer's patients to recover lost memories and that memories are never lost - they just need to be put back into a particular context to make them visible again. The music contained on this album sounds like half-remembered phrases and the murk and decay that distorts each sample reminds you of the murk that fills your mind when you are struggling to remember something.

This record, as with the previous Caretaker releases, resonates with emotion and drains you with the utter sadness that it exudes. It also unsettles many listeners - the eerie sounds that poke through sound like a phantom gramophone in a haunted ballroom (which, of course, is entirely the point - The Caretaker name being taken from the movie version of The Shining, particularly the ballroom sequence) and works very badly as low level ambiance, people stop talking and try to concentrate on the sounds they are experiencing.

And tell you to turn it up.

Which is rare in my house.

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