I’ve written about this track. Elsewhere; a dense bank of prose, something originating from the lure and luxury of vinyl. Be it education or maybe a fetish; of which I’m yet to decide. When very young the records would be extracted, one by one from the G Plan dresser. Fondled with respect and caution (I’d been repeatedly warned) as if they were ancient, valuable artefacts. Something from an alien civilization, perhaps (and especially the cover of High Tide and Green Grass; shot with a fish-eye lens, the photograph of the Stones could well have been Martian POV).
And so the learning. The dichotomy of single towards album came later, after more pressing questions (Why are records round? Does Rod Stewart sing “Sailing” on a boat? Does Jesus play guitar with the Carpenters?). Naturally too young to be allowed anywhere near the all-in-one 70’s turntable / amp / speaker combination (that came much, much later), an occasional treat would see the beast powered up, and one or two selections unveiled in their full sonic glory.
And then came “Wuthering Heights”, and thus was irrevocably hooked.
I’ve written about this track before, somewhere else. A 10” slice of vinyl, Kraftwerk’s Zen industrial masterpiece filtered through layers of concrete and cheap bitter. As a species, I don’t care too much for cover versions; but this: it’s alchemy, I tell you, all eight minutes and nineteen seconds of it, building, building – and a direct consequence of that first exposure to musical vistas. Vinyl and fetishistic.
Cha Cha 2000 / Autobahn