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.

Monday 9 April 2012

Minus Pilots: Hitting Up The Heavens (Eat, Sleep, Repeat)

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My first piece of writing on this blog this year is ironic as i began 2011 with writing about The Minus Pilots and their bass/electronic/crackle odyssey 'Superior Proof of Cinema'. This one is a CD-only job but i will try and suspend my obsessive vinyl opinion for a while, and concentrate on the sounds that come out of the shiny little silver disc instead. In today's World of  individual tracks being given far more importance than complete albums, it is heart-warming to hear a multi (13) track album that works perfectly as a complete experience rather than being reduced to bite-size morsels of sonic frustration - to say that I hardly noticed where one track finished and the next began is certainly not doing it a disservice, as the overall feeling it conveyed was far more powerful for this fact. 
And this album is all about feeling the music rather than hearing it. The quiet textures of the tracks ebb and flow between your ears creating a sense of serenity and each ear will also occasionally catch a sound peculiar to its own channel like the music is wrestling with itself to gain your attention. 

It is a real struggle to describe this music as it is so rooted in it's own Universe - there really is nothing like it, no easy reference point to align it to, which makes it something rare and special indeed. 

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