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, 23 August 2011

Yellow6: In time this too will fade (Tone Float)





Another one i've had for a few months but only just got around to writing about it. Sumptuously packaged it may be (100 only Clear vinyl in handmade sleeve with waxen-stamped insert) but the subtlety of the outer perfectly compliments the minimalism of the sounds captured on the vinyl. Constructed from a maximum of 3 chords, a miniscule amount of notes and equally minimal piano; these 3 tracks evoke a resonance of peace and of quiet beauty. Each track circles itself and spirals into meditative calm and rarely deviates from it's carefully constructed path. The piano on '00:30' begins like a forgotten track from Eluvium's 'Copia' before it is overtaken by the tremeloed guitar that sound like a mandolin being softly wrestled with and the rumbling beneath slowly seeps into view. Distortion takes over at about the 16 minute mark but the meditation battles its way through and ends the track on the same level of exemplary radiance that it started with. 2 More tracks on the second side continue the mood of grace and the feel of soft calm and yet again i feel that i want to buy more of this man's records and support his ever increasing discography of modern composition and minimalist expressiveness. I also like the fact that one of his past releases looks like it was released on crass records, now there is yet another reason to get behind this man - he has either impeccable taste or a keen sense of humour. Or maybe even both.
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