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, 22 November 2011

Rrose x Bob Ostertag – Motormouth Variations (Sandwell District)

RROSE X BOB OSTERTAG - Motormouth Variations image

More Sandwell District excellence and more wrong speed twatishness - i played it at 45 for the first side and was a little bit daunted by the pumping banging techno pulsing out of my speakers. I then realised it was a 33 and it all made a lot more sense - being a mid paced lump of electronica pulled apart by the allegedly mysterious Rrose and then re-assembled into a great slice of hypnotic sinewaves and analog rhythms.

Intelligent techno seems like a patronising term for this type of music but it really fits the bill - the electronic music on these four sides sound sculptured rather than produced and it works as home listening music as well as (i imagine) sounding fucking HUGE over a club soundsystem.

Shit, it makes me want to go out clubbing again - and i haven't done that for years, but i'd be the one listening to the music and saying things like "wow it has a really raw hypnotic quality with those analog sounds and fine motorik rhythms" rather than necking a shitload of drugs and dancing like a cock, which would be a whole lot more fun.

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