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.

Thursday, 20 January 2011

James Plotkin - Kurtlanmak/Damascus (Utech)


Shit, second post in and it's a bloody CD. I rarely buy the horrible little things - generally only when vinyl isn't available, but i'm going to post anyway as the music will always be great. Very dark ambient guitar manipulation over these 2 very long tracks (total time 52 minutes). The sort of music that irritates the hell out of most people. Especially Helen. And Elise & Maia. And probably my Mother too. So, a useful tool for the removing of people from the room as well as a prime slab of avant noise. Lovely packaging, an obi strip and ltd to 1000 copies - ticks all my obsessional boxes.
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