As if to prove that it is the antithesis of the grubby darkness of Belong, the first track here sounds positively full of light - with it's gentle swaying synth rushes, chord ascendency and laid back rhythms you feel cleansed and purified, like a sauna after a particularly heavy night. The album darkens slightly after this opening rush, but never to an extent where it would become anything less than hugely enjoyable. Creatively sequenced, the 6 tracks on this splendid album move you through an emotional swim from the shallows through leaving the safety of your depth and going into darker, choppier waters, before finally returning to a safe beach where you can walk out and wonder whether that dark and unsettling middle bit was ever really there. I could've just written 'emotional rollercoaster' i s'pose but, fuck it, i try and avoid clichés these days.
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.
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
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