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 23 September 2011

Phosphorescent: Here's to taking it easy (Dead Oceans)


Dearlie was on about this album for bloody ages and, although i'd heard a few tracks, i'd never really given it much thought. Cue a day in Bristol and seeing it cheap in Head and i decided that i needed to see what the bugger was going on about. I'd previously thought of the band as a bit of Will Oldham with smoother vocals and a less bizarre facial appearance, but that's being a bit disingenuous to both of 'em really.  Mr Phos   has a much better voice, sure, but his songs are far more routed in the early '70s country-folk-rock tradition of The Band than in  the Appalachian Sister-banging of Mr Oldham and this is what sets them firmly apart. Slide guitar is all over the place but it has more of a rock feel to it than a country album and this makes it rises head and shoulders above a lot of the other Americana, as well as the quality of the song writing.  Oh, the song writing - fuck me, Mr Phos is a good songwriter - the songs are rarely immediate but, given a few listens, they start to bounce around your brain like familiar friends that you are always happy to see. Any guy that can create a piece like 'Hej, me i'm light' - whereby the lyrics are merely the title repeated endlessly whilst a simple handclap beats underneath and a guitar winds its way around the words, and turn it into a near-gospel near-godlike experience, well shee-it - that guy rules as far as i'm concerned. Weirdly enough, the least successful tracks are those that reference country the strongest - 'Heaven, sitting down', whilst still very enjoyable, is too fucking much in awe of Gram and needlessly so as Mr Phos has very much his own voice. Great, really great.

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