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.

Thursday 23 June 2011

Leb Laze: Library Catalog Music Series: Music for Troubled Machinery (Asthmatic Kitty)

One of those cheap albums bought to knock a Boomkat order over the £50 and into free postage mode and, as usual with these punts, an interesting surprise and a worthy purchase. Leb constructed this album after his sampler/sequencer started giving up the ghost and spewing forth all manner of bizarre electronic sounds and arhythmic noises. He then took these sounds and turned them into the 17 tracks here that, by a myriad of twists and turns, bleep and buzz their way through industrial songscapes with gay abandon and, amazingly, craft some decent tunes out. Nothing too long (most tracks are 2-3 minutes long) so none of the noises really irritate, as the tracks are always meandering into something else. The whole things gives off the air of a cyberpunk soundtrack - the snatches of sound bring to mind snatches of images and expand your consciousness. Not bad for a half-arsed purchase of a throwawy album recorded with broken electronics.

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