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

Fucked Up: David's town (Matador)

Record Store Day release of Fucked Up pretending to be 11 different British punk/new wave bands from 76-79 as a side-project to their new rock opera. Excellent fun, with realistic sleevenotes and less realistic British accents (the asides on 'Do you feel (The curry song)' make this the winner of the best mockney award over Dick Van Dyke and, errr, Damon Albarn) that add to the overall package and ramp the enjoyment up to a 10. Actually very well put together for something that is supposed to be throwaway, and possibly more fun than the accompanying rock opera....
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