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.

Wednesday 28 September 2011

Final: Reading all the right signals wrong (No Quarter)


Justin Broadrick has been a major part of my life since i saw Godflesh a few times  alongside Loop circa 'streetcleaner' and i have bought a great deal of his records in the last 20+ years since. Final is his exercise in ambient sound and has also been his longest running project - predating godflesh by a good few years, and this album is in a similar vein to his other Final recordings - guitar based drones flicker in and out of synth/found sounds and proceed very slowly towards a nothingness. Similar to some of Robert Hampson's 'Main' records in mood and construction, these four pieces fail to excite or to trouble the listener much. Which is precisely the point.

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