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

Tin Man: Scared (White Denim)

Dark electropop with such a heavy low end that my speakers rattle the walls, Tin Man sings soporifically  only  sinister beats to create something that is enjoyable but oddly unsettling. The minimalist backing bring to mind early Cabaret Voltaire but with a more commercial edge - this aint no throbbing gristle but it aint no depeche either. This may well be what depeche always wanted to sound like when they went 'dark' - but just ended up sounding like a pop band pretending to skate on thin ice. Tin Man is the real deal.......whatever the fuck the 'real deal' is supposed to be.
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