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.

Friday, 21 October 2011

Dreamers of the Ghetto: Enemy/Lover (Temporary Residence)


As i mentioned in The Drift's review, Temporary Residence seem to be going from strength to strength by opening up the label to more and more exciting bands. Dreamers of the Ghetto are not the sort of band i would expect to find on TR but they might well end up being the biggest band to ever release something on the label. Everything i hear in their music points towards a hugely successful future - from Luke Aaron Jones'  gruffly strong vocals, to the swirling synthesizers that underpin the whole album , to the politely rocking guitars that carry the songs on their backs, to the solid drumming carrying on regardless despite all manner of rhythmic twists & turns, to the fact that they are not afraid to sound massive whilst still occupying a position of near-unknown-ness. The songs are unashamedly stadium filling slabs of melodic anthemic greatness, bringing to mind Unforgettable Fire era U2, but in a good way!

Hang on there, don't go, don't let me frighten you away. The Unforgettable Fire was, in parts,  a really good album - the title track, 'bad', 'a sort of homecoming', - these were all good tracks and all occupied a similar musical head space to tracks like 'Connection' and 'Tether' on here. Jones' vocals do have a bit of a Bono quality to them - the manly roughness that still manages to hold a tune, but these vocals convey a great sensitivity that Bono could only dream of giving over.

I have been playing and recommending this album to everyone i speak to, but always preface the recommendation with an explanation that this is big music in a way that is rarely seen these days and should be listened to as a whole. I also inform everyone, with a strange certainty, that within a couple of years everyone will know all about Dreamers of the Ghetto - just so long as they have plenty more of this under their belts. Which i'm pretty sure they must have - this is too exciting to be a one-off.

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