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.

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Motion Sickness Of Time Travel: Seeping Through The Veil Of The Unconscious (Digitalis)


I love coloured vinyl - ever since the late 70's and all those squeeze and skids 7"s. This one's on green and is as sonically fantastic as it is visually so. Hell, it's even better than 'cool for cats'. A solo album by Rachel Evans - on this she has created a world of music that slides into your head with subtle electronic drones and a vocal that is barely there. I think she is singing words - but she may just be vocalising the ambient version of scat singing. Ambient scat........now there's either a whole genre or a porn film i really don't want to see.
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