Tired? Listless? Lost your savoir faire and your sang-froid and your soupe de jour? Feel like it’s all a bit pointless? well stop. Do not worry, my people, I’m back from my holidays in sunny* Pembrokeshire – the beautiful, history rich and unspoilt coastal end of Wales. We stayed in a lovely cottage, spent our days walking the cliffs and doing beach, nature and history-related thangs and our evenings playing games, reading and over-indulging. Almost best of all though was no wifi, no mobile reception and no music for the last week or so, a total cut off and brain wipe. It was great and gave me a very necessary means of recharging my batteries after a horrid couple of months of stress, but that’s enough about me-type-stuff.
In the gorgeous town of Tenby I stumbled across Dales Records a brilliant and rightly fêted record shop that celebrated its’ 60th anniversary in 2014** and leafing through the hard rock/metal section I was struck by what a lot of obscure stuff there was from 1990 in brilliant condition too, LPs I remember reading all about in Kerrang! I assumed they had come from someone’s collection but was told that the guys in the shop had found a few forgotten boxes of stock from 1990 in their basement so they were all brand-new buried treasure – a real rockin’ time capsule.
I snaffled up Kill For Thrills Dynamite From Nightmareland, to replace my long gone much-cherished promo cassette and Rhino Bucket, worst band name ever candidates and Neanderthal AC/DC sound-alikes of ‘Even The Sun Goes Down’ fame. I passed on the Lisa Dominique picture disc^.
Altogether now, holidaymakers:
You say you’re a lady
And ladies got class
I don’t need no Prima Donna
All I need is a piece of ass
680 Down (still).
*and I’m not being ironic, for once, it really was!
**it features in the great documentary Last Shop Standing (although they aren’t specifically in this trailer).
^Kerrang! spent years pushing her at us teenage rockistas, but even in my hormonal fug I managed to resist. I have ears.