I’m beginning to smell a rat. For the last two years I have been away somewhere remote and inaccessible for RSD – last year it was the Night of the Living Owls, this year I was off having my head cleaned. Interesting, I clearly married a masterful and subtle tactician.
Last year I was able to pop along to my favourite gilded palace of sin, the ever-wonderful Probe Records in Liverpool on the Monday afterwards and still snag myself the Mugstar LP I wanted. Coming back from holiday so much later this year I didn’t even bother to pop in there yesterday. Not that I was overwhelmed with things I wanted this time around, apart from the Gonga 12″ I wanted; depressingly I have been watching people trying to sell them for £30-60 on eBay last week, I mean I wanted one but not that much. Ah well, I just filed it away in the gloomy corner of my enormous brain where I keep my mental drawer I have for Things-I-Really-Want-But-Can’t-Have*.
But just like last year I found myself today casually passing Probe Records at lunchtime (having had a brisk 15-minute walk to achieve this) and wandered over the threshold by accident. There in a little section marked RSD 2014 I found a few records by a few people I’d never heard of before and I netted myself a copy of Earache Records Presents Masters of Misery on (very limited) vinyl, it’s a Black Sabbath tribute album with a brilliant, brilliant cover, featuring the melodious talents of, amongst others, Cathedral, Sleep, Brutal Truth, Pitchshifter, Godflesh and Iron Monkey – oh yes! So I thought if that’s all the Black Sabbath covers I can find this year, then so be it.
However, just as I was extracting The Wallet of Rock (from the Jacket of Jive) I realized that there were a couple of other records I hadn’t noticed that had slipped into the rack in front. One of them was a 10″ featuring a naked dude on the cover and a song with swearing in the title, which I thought was amusing and quite cool, one was something that looked vaguely dancey and then, came the moment that surely one day will mean that Disney make a heart-warming family movie about my life. I flipped the next disc over and with it, my lid. It was a pristine copy of Gonga Black Sabbeth, with brilliant pastiche cover, on clear vinyl with a free poster. My hands trembled, the background music built to a shuddering climax and then in the movie version I was probably reunited with a long-lost relative/learned something really profound about life/rescued my family from a flooded mineshaft.
The music? oh yes, I keep forgetting these lovely records actually have music on. The A-side is a cover of ‘Black Sabbath’ with Beth Gibbons from Portishead on lead vocals, by Bristol’s best stoner-rock-metal band. The guitar tone alone is worth the purchase price. The video is great too, put together using footage from the film Black Sabbath, of course.
378 Down (still).
*like world peace, X-ray vision and a house carved into the side of a mountain with windows made solely from sapphires and a giant emerald front door.