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, 7 October 2011

Expo 70: Inaudible Bicoastal Trajectory (Aguirre)

Couldn't resist this bugger - 2 side long tracks entitled 'Hypnotic brain cloud float' and ' Mystical bamboo garden cultivation' promised to be trippy and droney and to spirit me off into a netherworld not seen since i last dropped a few microdots all those years ago. Well, obviously, it didn't disappoint and this solo album by Justin Wright (who both is and is part of Expo 70) playing looped electric guitar, moog and a lovely old analog drum machine meanders its' way across 30+ minutes of psych-drone the manner (and quality) of which rarely heard since halfway through a Pink Floyd gig at UFO in about '67. In truth, not a lot of obvious stuff happens during 'Hypnotic......' - it just locks into a drone and hums along nicely whilst the eventually throbbing tone catches your brain and sinks in. 'Mystical....' locks in nicely as well but, about halfway through, Justin starts to play his guitar almost traditionally and this solo opens up the whole track beautifully and transports you into another realm of stoned meditation until the moog overplays it and it all comes crashing down. Makes me want to take drugs again, before climbing back into the wonderful world of Expo.
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