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, 22 August 2011

Her Name is Calla: maw (Denovali)

I have loved HNIC since i had to review their awesome 'Condor and river' cdr 4 years ago - a 17 minute track that pushed the whole post rock envelope so wide that the gauntlet was firmly laid down for future release. Ever since that freebie i've happily bought all their records and this ltd 10" is a massive statement by them. 'Maw' itself is almost a rock song, even with the trombones, and does bring to mind Radiohead a bit (sorry!) whilst it grinds along on dirty guitars and bluesy rhythms. Second track 'The beat my heart skipped' is quite the opposite - an acoustic violin-led piece of wispy folkiness that drifts into your life and drifts out again, leaving behind a faint trace of memory that something special had just occurred. Final track 'Dreamlands' is long (11+ minutes) and twists and evolves from the vocal beginnings through noisy and distorted instrumental near cacophony (and i love a good cacophony!) and morphs its way into at least 5 different songs and moods. If you haven't already discovered the majestic beauty of HNIC then you are artistically bereft of taste and a bit if an arse to boot.
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