The one thing I seem to have right now is time. Time and rather a lot of records in my possession. I'm coming towards sixty later in the year so why not celebrate both. With an entirely arbitrary serious of records that I own, counting down to the Number One at the end of September. No order really. Just one record per artist.
Perhaps I'll have a Top Fifty. I've got some catching up to do, (having only thought of this today) so I'll be doing a few of these a day for a while. I'll also take breaks while I'm away from my flat as I want to listen to each record as I write about it.Listening to music as it was supposed to be listened to. Spinning on my table.
We start with Blue Orchids. Martin Bramah. A singular talent. And this is a spectacular, vivid album. Fuelled by maguc mushrooms, fantastic bookshelves and Northern vision. The album was an early Indie classic and chugs along with singular grit, melody and lyricism.
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