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

Subtle: Exiting Arm (Lex)


Subtle are a weird band/collective - too rocky to fit in with the hip hop heads , too beat-y for the rock fans, too impenetrable for pop fans and too musical for the avant-gardeners. Coming firmly out of the leftfield hiphop world of Clouddead, Doseone and friends have constructed this weird world where only they could fit in - a sort of little big planet with grooves. Colourfully packaged with a myriad of posters and paintings, this album is enjoyable on a very basic level but hugely cerebral once you delve a bit deeper and/or read the lyrics - which are as deliberately surreal as can be. At times the words follow a linear pattern but then they go off on a tangent that confuses all. Intentionally so i presume, but the tunes stand up so well on their own that you can't really get pissed off at the obtuseness of it all. Fun and fu(n)cking head-scratchingly odd. 
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