I know its a bit lazy but I always enjoy looking at other folks’ purchases and I am feeling a bit brain dead too.
So, brace yourselves for a shocking revelation here, I have bought a few LPs recently. What can I say? it is totally out of character and I won’t do it again. Honest.
So apart from one ace 2023 release I’m in the process of reviewing, here are a few other recents.
Rolling Stones Hackney Diamonds
Hmm. Naively high hopes dented a bit. I really don’t rate the thudding production and Jagger sounds odd, kinda digitally de-aged. There are some okay songs here, I do like the last bluesy track and the grumpy Paul McCartney one too. Also, what was your art budget guys? and what the fuck did you spend it on? a gatefold with just the words Rolling Stones on it? Hmm.
Upchuck Bite The Hand That Feeds
Marginally less heralded than Hackney Diamonds this multi-racial Atlanta GA hardcore punk gang play it energetic and old school. Picked up on a total whim a couple of weeks ago this has been in high rotation. Contrary to lazy belief it really isn’t easy to make hardcore simultaneously this fast and this interesting.
Robert Finley Black Bayou
Septuagenarian swamp blues ably assisted by Dan Auerbach. I bought a fancy pants version of this following a good review and it really is all they promised. The track ‘Miss Kitty’ is about as libidinous as I can handle, which makes it pretty darned horny.
Bauhaus In the Flat Field
Apart from the inevitable I owned none until a mate at work leant me some. I had absolutely no idea how loud, dangerous and jagged Bauhaus were. You really could cut yourself on these tunes if you mishandled them.
High On Fire Surrounded By Thieves
Because occasionally you really need more shirtless battle-axe warrior music, especially when you work in an office. This is truly great music to listen to whilst laying waste to Minas Tirith, or tidying up some spreadsheets.
Artificial Intelligence
Reissue of the prohibitively expensive and (eew!) seminal Warp Records compilation from 1992 when people were saying ‘nobody would listen to techno at home’. These tracks are all evidence of mutant strains of the beats that were shaking the clubs at the time. This is a wonderful LP to play during a long night time car journey.
Funkadelic Cosmic Slop
I have a shrewd suspicion drugs may have been consumed by certain individuals during the making of this LP. This is a great LP, far better in fact than some of its more frequently championed P-funk family. If you can get beyond the cover art the playing occasionally reaches whole different planes of existence and bosstuneafunkisensibility.
Big Black Atomizer
One I’ve wanted for years and years and yearios. This is the coldest, bleakest LP I own, so thrillingly negative and unholy that it probably warps the space/time continuum around itself; just listen to ‘Kerosene’ and despair.
Just a smattering of the plattering I have been laying on here daddio.
1206 Down (still).