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

Sigur Ros - Inni (Krunk)


Heavyweight package of 3 X 180gm LPs, 2 X CDs and a DVD of this well recorded live set. There's no surprises here  - it sounds like Sigur Ros playing songs that most people buying this will have already heard, in live versions not dissimilar to their studio originals. It's great because Sigur Ros are great - but the DVD is far more interesting than merely listening to the music, the scratchily artistic post-production visuals show off the band's filmic qualities and their astonishing live splendour. Not that you ever notice the fact that this was filmed live - the camera never swings around to show the audience, they're obviously not important to the whole package. Fair enough really - most fellow audience members annoy the tits off me as well, with their inane chatter, their endless filming of gigs on shitty phones and their very presence. Sorry, grumpy bastard alert.
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