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.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Belong: Common Era (Kranky)


The little screech of feedback at the start of this fine, noisy blast of muddy shoegazey bliss made Eric the kitten fart, i swear. He was walking on the left speaker when the sound blasted out and there was this sudden stench - possibly the result of him eating too many spicy monster munch, but maybe a signifier of the power of Belong - that their 'Loveless' era My Bloody Valentine-isms are powerful enough to shake up a kittens bowels. Unsurprisingly really - as their melding of effects laden guitars, pounding rhythms, buried vocals, deep bass and exceedingly muddy production create a world of structured noise that you feel immersed in, maybe even occasionally suffocated in. Very enjoyable for me as it also homages a lot of the music that helped to make the early 80's such a darkly eyelinered and backcombed time for me - from The Cure to early Modern English to Play Dead and beyond. File under goth tinged and feline gut busting noisy fun. I can see the taglines on the adverts now "Belong - heavy enough to make a cat fart".

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